"[color=7bcdc8]ooh-- Ya in fer a treat![/color]" tittered the bear, as he slid off the end of the bench, scooped up the bag over his shoulder, then gently took the saucer of butter and small condiment dish of minced garlic (along with the spoon it contained), and playfully swayed as he walked over to the fireplace.

"[color=7bcdc8]Pardon meh Ma'am![/color]" he said jovially to Jazdia, working around her while setting the dishes on the mantle temporarily while he worked with the bread, tearing some of the nicer looking baguette loaves down their center, then dressing them with the condiments with care, before placing them on the wrought iron log rack that held the logs safely within the fire pit; Just close enough that the heat of the embers would be sufficient to toast the bread, if monitored carefully, but not so close as to get ashes on them, or to fall into the fire.

After a few minutes, he fished them out again. He tore a generous slab free of one of the toasted baguettes and offered it to her, but she politely declined. 'Full of pirozhki' she explained politely. Unphased, he offered the same slab to the Baker, who smirked, but graciously accepted the morsel, before he returned to the table, and started handing out slabs of the prepared treat.

"[color=7bcdc8]'Ere ya go, li'll fella.[/color]" he said with a smile, handing the hot treat to the prince, before moving down the line. "[color=7bcdc8]An' you too ma'am[/color]" he said to Matilda, continuing the procession down the table.

Soon everyone who wanted a piece had taken one, and he returned to his perch at the table with the remainder, where he sat it down, then returned to the fireplace to collect the dishes for their return to the Baker, before finally returning to his seat.