A more suspicious person than she might have clocked that he knew she’d just purchased a tart and found it suspicious, however this was the end of the autumn season and people searched for warmth and comfort; of course, one of those places was the Ivy Leaf, and as such it was a small shop for people to crowd in. It was likely easy for people to overhear other peoples conversations.

So Saffron gave a breathless laugh and shook her head easily. “Oh, nothing of the sort,” she responded, holding up the small paper bag she’d been given. “Even if you had, I’m sure it would still be delicious!” She said this as she was turning towards the door again, now finding herself inexplicably in a hurry to get back to the print shop and to Tess.

Meri Edgecombe trilled her goodbye to Saffron from the counter and Saffy in turn waved back before briefly smiling at the other customer. “If you’re looking for any recommendations, get one of the raspberry tartlets,” She added by way of advice. “It’s my favorite!”