Cedar smiled with amusement and satisfaction.

"[color=7bcdc8]Naww-- All thangs bein' equal, I'd go offer like ya says, but at door dun closed. All 'a us gots ta stay righ' 'ere, (wit' you), until we gits ya home. Ain't no 'mount a bread wort' 'at kinda risk. S'like muh poppy tol' meh, 'oppurtun'ty only knock onced.' [/color]"

He perked up and smiled pleasantly-- just the faintest bit of teeth showing. 

"[color=7bcdc8]Naow, wut's dis 'bout ne'er havin' ol' bread? Ya family not e't it, like mine er summat? Hell-- E'en 'en, I's 'as had ol' bread afore. At's silly talk.  Ain't nuttin' special naow, but it ain't all at bad ei'er, --when done up righ' at is.  Takes fer instance, ya heats it up in da oven, after yas cuts it in half, and slathers it wit' butter 'n mushed up garlic. Mmmm.. Good stuff. oooh! Or yas soaks it in eggs 'n milk, and bakes it wit' honey. Mmmm. at's good tuh.. Heck, jus' a bit ago, me an a nice ol' fellar from taown wuz eatin' it wit' some nice hot soup-- Sadleh, we dun e't all da soup.... But I bets da baker fellar here gots butter 'n garlic. Dun hurt ta ask--[/color]"

He beamed excitedly like a child, then whipped his head around (the other way, away from the prince) to catch sight of the baker.

"[color=7bcdc8]I dun wanna be a pest, but could we gits sum butter 'n minced garlic, Mr Baker? Won't ask fer nutin' else, promise![/color]"