Andrew whistled while he put the finishing touches on the racks, and sang with a slightly out of key voice in a jovial manner. When he heard the voice, the tall man turned. It was her, the pretty lass, and she was sharing her pastry with a little child. He smiled and said, "If you tell your mother or father to come by and mention my name, Andrew Willaby, I will gladly share what bread I did not sell so it doesn't go to waste." He then looked at the petite lass and he gave a smile. "And same for you, miss, if you are hungry, I would rather give fresh bread before it goes stale."

He tried not to stare at the lass; his throat felt thick with nerves. He wasn't one to flirt.... in fact, he tended to avoid women for the moment, which he could not help given parts of his past he didn't talk about. He had always been shy around the fairer sex.

He moved about and started to wipe at his equipment, wanting to make sure his facility was clean and ready to bake at any given moment. An old woman came in, glanced cooly at the ragged clothing of the young lass, but said nothing as she floated on by and said in a wispy voice, "I would like to buy one of everything," it was the housekeeper for the Carrington family. "My master has particular tastes and I want to give him samples of everything to split with his wife so I can know if you will be our new baker." Andrew quickly took care of her and said as he was bagging everything up, "Aye, Madame," and gave a price off the top of his head, sans the pastries he already gave out as samples.