                  He wanted that, no that one. Probably that one too. Florian was staring at different cakes on the glass display of a bakery. Perhaps it was because of the christmas season, most of the cakes and pastries were beautifully decorated and it made them more appealing -- at least they were for him. He only had a few cents with him and surely that wasn’t enough. But ugh the cakes — he could feel his stomach vibrating about, causing awkward grumbling noise to be spread around and as if gesture alone could stop the noise his stomach was making, the halfling brought a hand resting on it. But he wasn’t allowed in the bakery, he knew it. The employee had told him to come back when he had more money to spend there.Â
