[He bustles away from the counter, hugging a pie in his hands and dropping it into the oven. Lightning fast, he twists the dial on the oven and returns right to the counter, rolling out another ball of dough]
[Digby leans into the marquis' hand, looking silently up at him. No, he doesn't know either]
Spam
[He bustles away from the counter, hugging a pie in his hands and dropping it into the oven. Lightning fast, he twists the dial on the oven and returns right to the counter, rolling out another ball of dough]
[Digby leans into the marquis' hand, looking silently up at him. No, he doesn't know either]