[ Oh, they do look good. Smell even better, honestly. But before Ciri can ask about the fresh pastries being offered, Nero decides he absolutely cannot wait and swipes one off the tray as it's being taken away.

At first, it's kind of funny, if definitely rude.

Then, she sees the merchant's crumbling expression. Oh, fuck, is he... crying? ]

Nero! [ she hisses, turning to slug him in the arm without holding back very much at all, while the poor guy who'd just been offering them fresh pastries stumbles over his woeful explanation about the important party for some important guy named Marcellus (she's heard that name, hasn't she?) and how he's definitely going to lose his livelihood now because the number of pastries won't be exact.

Ciri shoots Nero a look that says: Do you really want to be responsible for this man's children starving on the streets? And steps up to do some damage control. ]

Hey, don't mind my friend here. He's completely unmannered-- didn't mean anything by it, just raised by trolls under a bridge or something.

Why don't you take a deep breath and explain this party situation for us? Surely this Marcellus won't have your head for a tiny pastry no one will notice missing?