[Wilhelm is on the clock too, so to speak, with a bag full of letters and small parcels ready for delivery in Nott. His route to the portal out of the castle city gets interrupted, though, by a vendor shouting at him. Normally, he'd wave them off — no thank you, sorry, I'm a little busy right now — and be on his way. But he quickly realizes...he knows this vendor. He had once spent a week enduring the snores of this vendor.
So he pauses, points to his own chest, and mouths: me?
This is followed by a sigh and a slight eyeroll, but Wilhelm does draw closer to the cart. Which he realizes now, as the scent of garlic and herbs drifts over him, is laden with pizza.]
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So he pauses, points to his own chest, and mouths: me?
This is followed by a sigh and a slight eyeroll, but Wilhelm does draw closer to the cart. Which he realizes now, as the scent of garlic and herbs drifts over him, is laden with pizza.]
You're selling pizza now?
[Well, obviously.]