It seemed as though the woman was just trying to be kind and Sage didn't have the heart to dissuade her from taking the same path. Thoughts of trying to secure the apple crumble from the man who had bought the last one had crossed her mind, but Sage was not quite so petty as to try and steal it somehow. The peach would do. She could only shrug at the comment about the homemade aspect, "I think Mrs. Plunkett is the magic." Something about hers was always better. Maybe if Sage found enough time this week she could try the provisions in town, maybe they would have the seasonal treat in the store and she would get lucky then.

In an effort to be polite, though Sage still could not recall the other woman's name, she had to hold back the real answer, pretending that time in her life did not exist. How exactly did one tell an acquaintance from school that there was a baby out of wedlock in the true story? Oh, that's right, you did not. "After my OWLs I joined the hospital as a mediwitch and I've been doing it ever since." Minus that short blip of the last half of her pregnancy. "It has been most rewarding." At least that part was true. Sage loved her job more than she ought to. It brought her a sense of purpose she hadn't known she'd needed until she started. "And yourself?" Sage eyed the Honeyduke's booth and dismissed her earlier thoughts of cocoa; that she could get any time in town.