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Puffy steps in, feeling exceptionally zany. She concludes that her colorful bowtie must be working as advertised.
"Rye Whisper, give me one of every type of pastry you have!"
"Every type?" Rye asks, "Are you sure about that? How about you start with some marelian pie and I bring you more once you're done? I'd hate to see good food going to waste."
Puffy frowns, having already envisioned a cornucopia of pastries in her mind. "Do you know any jesters?" she blurts out of annoyance, not sure where that even came from.
"Jesters? No, I don't think I've ever seen one in our little village. Why?" Rye asks, confused.