“Yes you.” Ritchie waved the woman on over, hoping that she wasn’t just going to scoff and leave, although if he did, it would prove his point that she not only looked judgmental, but was as well. But luckily for him she did come over and took the cup. Ritchie absolutely beamed, both at her reaction and the validation of it being offered.

“You’re in luck,” Ritchie said as he leaned back, the spoon tapping against the top of the cart, “Because this is the first official public tasting of the Sizzling Scone & Butter. It’s still in its experimental infancy, mind you.” He said it quickly, just in case she had some kind of reaction to it, but since she didn’t immediately keel over, but instead seemed to enjoy the flavor of it, Ritchie continued, lips curling into a smile. He always did like it when people enjoyed the flavors that he made, and hopefully this one would be a winner. “A base of warm vanilla clotted cream, with some crumbled scones mixed in. The sizzling part is hopefully self explanatory, but we’ll see if I was able to cast that charm correctly.”

For safe measures, Ritchie took a step back. A giant step back. Clara had breathed some fire when she’d tried it, but Tabby had only steamed from the ears.

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