Chapter 145: Mango Pie
“So… Can I eat the pie or…?” Balthazar said, looking back and forth between it and Margo.
“How can they keep getting away with it?!” she said to the man putting on the apron, seemingly forgetting all about her client.
“Oh,” Marvin said in a very crossed manner. “You know exactly how! Those damnable, good-for-nothing guards, that’s how!”
“You guys seem very upset about something, so maybe I should just take that pie to go now?” the impatient crab said.
The robust baker stopped and frowned at Balthazar. “I’m sorry, but who’s that?!”
“Ah, this is a client, dear,” Margo explained. “Mr. Balthazar is new in town.” She turned to the traveling merchant. “Don’t mind my husband Marvin, he can be quite the airhead sometimes.”
The baker’s fluffy mustache shuffled from side to side. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to ignore you, but until this very moment I honestly thought you were some kind of new sculpture my wife had bought.”
Balthazar waved a dismissive claw. “Easy mistake to make. Now, about this pie here.”
“Ah, of course,” said Margo. “Like I was saying, 25 crowns for the slice. Lucky you that my husband didn’t come in with the bad news a couple of minutes earlier, or I would have asked for 30.”