Hermione looked around her, wondering where Rachel had got to. She had expected her friend to wait for her, although to be fair there had been quite a queue in the loo. She didn't really like hanging around on her own as it made her feel self-conscious; these days she was no longer confident around Muggles, having spent most of her time with wizards. She debated for a moment whether to head into the main club area to look for her friend but changed her mind when the door swung open and a group of people headed in to join the throng.

From the amount of noise that billowed out the briefly opened door and the glimpse she caught of the crowd inside, Hermione realised that if she went in, Rachel would never be able to find her. There were far too many people in there and the music was too loud for sustained conversation. She leant back on the wall, tapping her foot against the brightly painted concrete as she waited for Rachel to come back from wherever she had gone. A few minutes later, just as Hermione was beginning to worry that something had happened to her friend, Rachel burst out of the door, smiling as she headed towards the waiting girl.

'Mia, come and meet a friend of mine called Adrian. I didn't know he was going to be in tonight but I just bumped into him at the bar. He's quite eager to meet my best friend as I've told him loads about you.' She looked at Hermione's face, which showed a trace of reluctance and raised her hands in supplication as she shook her head, flicking her long dark hair. 'Don't worry, I haven't been trying to set you up with him. I just said you were here and he wants to meet you as he's heard me talk about you a gazillion times. You're going to love him, honestly. He's the loveliest bloke I've met in ages . . . and he's a blond. I know you've got a real thing about blonds.'

'I don't have a thing about blonds,' Hermione retorted in surprise. 'What on earth makes you think that?'

Rachel laughed. 'Of course you do. All the guys you've ever fancied were blond. You've always been quite picky about it, whereas I've never been as fussy as you. As far as I'm concerned a hot boy is a hot boy, regardless of hair colour.'

'Well, you're definitely right about you not being fussy. You went out with Nigel Dover and he was gross,' Hermione said with a slight grimace.

Rachel shook her head. 'He wasn't that bad. Anyway, I only went out with him so his older brother would notice me . . . now he was hot.'

Hermione wrinkled her nose. 'What, Paul? I didn't think much of him either.'

'He wasn't blond, though, was he?' Rachel said wickedly as if that proved her point. 'I told you, every bloke you've ever been interested in has been blond.'

'Not all of them were,' Hermione insisted, and she flushed as she thought for a second about Viktor Krum and then of Ron with his bright red hair.

'So you've become less picky these days, have you?' Rachel asked, sounding amused. 'Then again, I suppose you would have to, stuck at boring boarding school where the selection doesn't change much. Or do you get a chance to go out clubbing? What do you normally do at weekends?'

Hermione shrugged, ignoring the barb about the type of men she fancied. 'Not much, to be honest. We're only allowed out of school once a month to visit the local village, and that's during the day. It's got a couple of pubs but that's about it. There are definitely no nightclubs involved. Actually, I'm not sure the wizarding world would know what a nightclub was.'

'Once a month . . . that's barbaric! Tell me there are at least places you can go on school grounds to have a bit of fun,' Rachel said, looking horrified at the idea of being allowed out only once a month.

'It depends on what you mean by fun,' Hermione replied cagily. 'Sport is very popular at Hogwarts and there are plenty of different clubs.'

'What, like chess club? How incredibly snore-inducing. I'm amazed you haven't died of boredom at that place. So what about places to get a bit jiggy — Hogwarts does have those, does it?'

'Jiggy, what does that mean?' Hermione asked laughingly. 'We have parties in the common room sometimes and they usually have music, if that's what you mean.'

'Don't you play dense with me, little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you know exactly what I mean,' Rachel said with a wicked smile. 'I'm talking about places to get up close and extremely personal with a sexy boy. I mean, I assume there are some sexy boys at your school?'

'Surprisingly few for such a big place, actually. And there's a lot of politics, which creates a lot of bigotry, unfortunately.' Hermione frowned as Rachel looked at her inquisitively. She waved her hand as if to dismiss the comment. 'It's hard to explain the situation, especially without being depressing — and tonight is definitely not about being depressing. If you really want to know, ask me about it tomorrow before I go back to school.'

'But there must be some hunky wizards there, surely?' Rachel persisted. 'What's the point of having all that magic if you can't use it to look hot?'

Hermione laughed. 'Very few people use magic to change their looks, Rach. It's far too dangerous mucking around with that stuff. Eloise Midgen tried to get rid of her acne a few years ago but that went really badly wrong and she ended up losing her nose.'

Rachel looked horrified. 'Her nose! What happened to her?'

Hermione chuckled. 'Don't worry, the school nurse re-attached it for her. She was fine afterwards and her acne has begun to clear up a bit, finally.'

'So there are no hotties at Hogwarts at all?' Rachel sounded disappointed.

Hermione grinned. 'I didn't say there were none just that there were very few. Anyway, as we've just established you and I have a very different idea of what's hot, so maybe you'd think the whole school was full of them, especially if you think the Dover boys were such a good catch.'

'So come and meet Adrian and then you can tell me what you think of him. He's an interesting guy and he's handsome as hell but sweet as anything . . . at least he has been every time I've met him.'

'Is he at school with you?' Hermione asked interestedly.

Rachel shook her head. 'No, I met him here at the club. He's been coming regularly since the holidays started. I probably shouldn't get involved with him really, but I'm just looking at it as a holiday fling type of thing — just a bit of fun. Although actually, I reckon he might be more your type.'

'Why, because he's blond?' Hermione asked drily.

'No, because he's a bit odd and I think he goes to boarding school, too,' Rachel said musingly.

'Great, you think he'll suit me 'cos he's odd,' Hermione huffed, although she said it good-naturedly.

'I didn't mean like that, Mia. What I mean is that he's not your typical bloke although there is something a bit strange about him — maybe he's one of your lot in disguise. Anyway, I just think he might be your type. He's really handsome, really thoughtful . . . and he's blond.'

Hermione sighed. 'Sounds like the perfect man to me, but I can't believe he's thoughtful and handsome. Those two things rarely go together in my experience. Usually those good-looking guys know it and feel pretty entitled.'

Rachel looked interestedly at Hermione. 'Is that experience talking?'

Hermione shrugged. 'No, not really. Although I do know one or two real arseholes who think they're god's gift to the world, and one of them is blond.' She sighed. 'Rach, please tell me we didn't come here just so you could fix me up with some bloke that you think's a bit too weird for you.'

Rachel laughed. 'No, of course not, we're here for a girls' night out. I honestly didn't even know Ady was going to be here tonight. But it would be rude not to talk to him now we know, wouldn't it?'

Hermione reluctantly agreed and Rachel took hold of her hand and led her through the door into the club and over towards the bar, then tapped a tall blond-haired boy on the shoulder. Hermione watched in surprise as he turned to reveal the face of Draco Malfoy.

Before she had a chance to say anything Draco said hurriedly, and sounding equally surprised, 'So you're the lovely Rachel's best friend, are you? What's your name?'

Hermione's eyes narrowed. 'Hermione,' she said coldly. 'But you already know that don't you, Dr—'

'My name's Adrian,' Draco replied smoothly, cutting her off before she could say his name. His eyes glinted as he looked at Hermione and he took her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it. 'It's a real pleasure to meet you, Hermione. Would you like a drink? I was just about to get one.'

'She'll have a glass of dry white wine, the same as me . . . and make them large,' Rachel said with a smile. She gave Draco a kiss on his cheek. 'Don't worry about Mia, Ady. She can be a little shy and prickly until you get to know her, but you'll soon find she's got a wicked sense of humour . . . and she's got a real thing about blonds.'

'Has she?' Draco asked sounding interested, his eyebrows rising in amusement as he said it.

'Rachel, I do not have a thing about blonds. I don't know why you keep saying that,' Hermione retorted shortly.

'That's because you do, sweetie, even if you don't want to admit it. There might not be much talent at that school of yours which is why you've had to look elsewhere recently, but you have to admit that a blond always makes your heart flutter.' Rachel gave her a big grin, her dark eyes glinting wickedly.

Hermione shook her head at her friend in exasperation but didn't bother replying. She could feel her cheeks burning and was glad it was so dark in the club that no one could see them. What she was more interested in was what Draco was doing there and why he was pretending to be someone else and she could feel her anger at him rising as she thought about the fact that he was toying with her best friend, her best friend who was a Muggle.

Had he known Rachel was Hermione's friend and targeted her specifically? If so she wasn't going to be very happy with him for putting her friend in danger and she wanted to know how he knew. Draco had finished buying the drinks and turned, handing Hermione a glass of wine. She thanked him but was unable to keep the cold tone out of her voice.

'So tell me more about your interest in blonds, Hermione,' Draco said, clearly winding her up.

'I don't have a thing about blonds,' Hermione replied stiffly. 'Rachel thinks I have because I don't like the guys she fancies. We just have a completely different taste in men, that's all.'

'Really?' Draco managed to sound disappointed. 'So I take it that means you have no interest in me, then?' His eyes glinted again.

'Straight in for the kill, eh?' Rachel said with a laugh. 'You're not wasting any time, Ady.' She turned to Hermione. 'Didn't I tell you he was adorable?'

'As I said, you and I have completely different taste in men,' Hermione responded tartly. She sipped her wine, trying to calm down. She couldn't let Draco rattle her and she needed to find out what he was doing with her friend.

'Don't you like him?' Rachel asked, her voice by Hermione's ear as she tried to talk quietly but over the sound of the music. Hermione shrugged. 'I know he's been a bit forward with you, but I think that's 'cos he likes you.'

Hermione had to bite back the snort of derision that almost came to her lips at that comment and she shook her head. 'I think you're way off, actually. I think he's just being a wind-up merchant.'

'Perhaps you should dance with him, get to know him a bit better,' Rachel suggested.

'I've no desire to get to know him better,' Hermione retorted but Rachel was already turning away to talk to Draco again.

'Let's dance,' he said a few minutes later, as the latest song had changed the music to something a little slower. He held out his hand to Hermione as Rachel tried to take her drink away from her.

'I don't really want to dance,' Hermione said, but she knew she would have no choice so there was no point in prolonging the protestations. At least she could use the time to find out what Draco was up to.

'What the hell are you doing here?' she hissed at him as they moved away from Rachel, Draco holding her rather more tightly than she felt entirely comfortable with.

'I've been coming to see Rachel,' Draco said matter-of-factly. 'She's a wonderful girl and I like being with her. I was trying to spend as much time with her as I could before we have to go back to school.'

'She's a Muggle, so why would you be interested in her?' Hermione asked, her voice pinched and suspicious. 'And why are you calling yourself Adrian? I should tell her that you're lying to her.'

For a moment Draco squeezed Hermione tighter still, as if in anger, but then he relaxed a little. His pale eyes found hers and gazed deeply into them.

'I didn't mean to get involved with her, honestly, Hermione. I met her a week ago and we got talking, then went for a drink together. She's pretty, intelligent, and fun to be with, and she obviously quite liked me, so I carried on seeing her. It isn't serious, although I have to admit I would love things to go further. I think she's fantastic.'

'It wasn't because of me, then?' Hermione asked.

Draco gave a sharp bark of a laugh. 'Amazingly, very little of what I do has anything to do with you, Hermione. I didn't even know she was your friend until this evening. She had talked about her best friend being at boarding school but she never mentioned your name, at least not your real one, and as she's a Muggle it never even occurred to me that the friend she was talking about might be you.'

'She's always called me Mia,' Hermione told him, 'since we were about four. She couldn't say Hermione at that age and Mia stuck as a pet name.'

'Of course, she'd told me so much about this fantastic friend I couldn't wait to meet you,' Draco said. 'Imagine my surprise when it was you standing there.'

'Well, imagine my surprise when I discovered you were called Adrian,' Hermione retorted. 'Why did you lie to her?'

'I was being careful,' Draco admitted. 'As I said, I really like Rachel and didn't want to put her in a difficult position so I told her I was Adrian Pucey.'

'But you're nothing like Adrian Pucey.'

'She doesn't know that, though, does she?' Draco pointed out.

'But I still don't understand why you didn't just tell her the truth,' Hermione said.

Draco looked at her in exasperation. 'Think about it, Hermione. You know what my father's like, and I'm sure you can imagine how he'd react if he found me "fraternising" with a Muggle. Imagine, his wonderful Pure-blood son becoming a blood-traitor. It would make him furious and Merlin only knows what he would do, and not just to me. But if Adrian Pucey was caught with a Muggle he wouldn't care. Oh, he might make a joke about it or say something disparaging, as it was a Slytherin letting the side down, but he wouldn't feel the need to get personally involved.'

'Adrian's dad might, though,' Hermione pointed out.

'They're not Death Eaters,' Draco said dismissively. 'Adrian's dad probably couldn't care less. He'd more than likely just be glad his son had finally managed to pull a woman.'

'I understand why you did it, but that doesn't mean it was right. You lied to my best friend,' Hermione told him, still sounding annoyed.

'I thought those two knobs you hang around with at school were your best friends,' Draco said. 'What on earth are you doing with a Muggle best friend, anyway? How the hell did you manage to keep that relationship going when you had to keep Hogwarts a secret?'

'Harry and Ron are my best friends at Hogwarts but Rachel has been my best friend all my life — and I haven't kept it a secret from her,' Hermione admitted.

Draco looked at her in surprise. 'But telling a Muggle who isn't a relation about our world breaks all sorts of wizarding laws, Hermione. You could be in real trouble.'

'I didn't really have any choice. Rach and I had been inseparable since we met at playschool. We're more like sisters than friends. We planned for years what we were going to do when we went to secondary school . . . and beyond. When I discovered I was a witch it completely ruined everything. How was I supposed to keep that a secret from the person I loved most in the world after my parents? So I told her about everything, the magic and Hogwarts, and made her swear to keep it a secret. And she has. We talk about it when we're alone but never when we're with other friends.'

'You have other Muggle friends, too?' Draco said, sounding astonished, although Hermione couldn't work out whether that was because he was surprised she had friends or that they were Muggles.

'Not really any longer,' Hermione admitted with a sigh. 'We were friends with some other girls until I went to Hogwarts. We told them I had to go to a special school as I was so intellectually advanced. I had always been at the top of the class, even in junior school. Some of them were a bit jealous, I guess and stopped talking to me completely. But to be honest, Rach and I had always been a bit out from the group. I was actually worried for a while that they wouldn't accept her and she'd be alone and lonely once I went off to Hogwarts, but as you've discovered, she's such a lovely girl that everyone wants to be friends with her. So now when I come back home during school holidays I spend a majority of my time with her, and sometimes that includes her other friends.'

'I actually think it's great that you've managed to keep a Muggle friend for so long,' Draco said. 'It's very rare. Has she never asked to see Hogwarts?'

'She did in the early days. I used to write her long letters so she could visualise the place, but she understands about the concealing charms and knows she would never be able to see it as we do, and that dulled the interest for her somewhat,' Hermione replied. She grinned. 'Anyway, I think these days her interest is more in the occupants of Hogwarts than the buildings and the wizardry. My dear friend does have something of a one-track mind.'

'And you have a thing for blonds,' Draco added. He pulled her a little tighter again.

Hermione stiffened. 'I told you that's complete rubbish. It's just Rachel's perception based on a few boys I've been out with that she knows about.'

'Shame, I was sure you fancied me,' Draco said with a smile. His voice was suddenly huskier.

'Dream on,' Hermione told him brusquely as she pulled away from him. 'I've had enough of dancing. Are you going to tell Rachel who you really are?'

'I hadn't intended to,' Draco admitted. 'Why, are you going to force me into it?'

Hermione shrugged. 'I'm not sure it matters actually, as we're going back to school tomorrow. She thinks you're cute but a bit too odd for her. I guess she's picking up on your magic, however well you're trying to hide it.'

'Really? That's rather disappointing to hear,' Draco said, sounding a little crestfallen. 'I really like her and I thought we were getting on pretty well.'

'Oh, you were. But for some reason she's decided you suit me better.' Hermione gave a small grimace.

'Perhaps we should give it a go, then,' Draco said wickedly, pulling her back towards him. 'Especially now I know your love of blonds.'

'Oh, for Merlin's sake, Draco. For the last time, I do not like blonds any more than I like anyone else,' Hermione said exasperatedly. 'And even if I did, you wouldn't be on the list.' She pulled away from him once more. Her voice got harder as she continued, 'I won't say anything to Rachel at the moment, but if I find out you've lied to her about anything else or she ends up in trouble because of you I will tell her, so just make sure you treat her right.'

Draco grabbed hold of Hermione's hand to stop her from walking away. 'Don't worry. I've got no intention of letting her get into trouble. I promise you she'll be fine.'

Hermione noticed he was stroking her hand, and feeling uncomfortable, she began to flex it to make him let go.

'We should get back to Rachel,' she mumbled.

'She's trying to pair us up so I'm sure she's not worried about us leaving her alone for a couple of minutes,' Draco pointed out.

'I don't want to talk about this any longer,' Hermione said, and pulling her hand from his she walked back towards the bar where Rachel was waiting for them, not waiting to see what Draco would do.

'You and Adrian make a nice couple,' Rachel said jovially as Hermione joined her and picked up her glass of wine.

Hermione shook her head. 'Nothing's going on there, so stop pushing, Rach.' She took a large mouthful of her drink.

'Oh, I dunno, I think Adrian's quite interested. He was certainly holding you tightly enough.'

'Well, he might be, but I'm not,' Hermione told her bluntly. 'So can we just get on with having a good evening and forget about trying to pair me up with someone I've no interest in?' She took another large swig of her wine to indicate that as far as she was concerned the subject was closed.

Rachel smiled again. 'Of course. Do you want to go and dance again? I've got the urge to set the floor alight with some wicked moves.'

Hermione drank the last of her drink and put her now empty glass back on the bar. 'Let's do it.'

She followed Rachel onto the dance floor, and if she wondered where Draco had gone it was only for a moment.


'Please say you forgive me,' Rachel said, her voice wheedling.

She sounded miserable, Hermione thought, but she was sure that was just a front. She knew her best friend wasn't really feeling guilty at all. Despite all her assurances to the contrary, Rachel had spent her entire evening stirring things up between Hermione and Draco, not understanding what she was dredging up with her stirring. And it was fairly and squarely her fault that he had . . . Hermione clamped down on the memory. She didn't want to think about what had happened, or how she had reacted. But at the end of the day, Rachel was still her best friend; she couldn't have known what an error she was making in attempting to set the two of them up.

She just thought Hermione was being shy; she didn't know the real situation between them. Hell, she didn't even know Draco's real name. In all the years Hermione had been at Hogwarts she had rarely told Rachel about the problems she faced as a Muggle-born, not wanting to upset or worry her friend.

She thought a few times she might have briefly mentioned the boy who had made it his mission to make most of her school life a misery, just to get the frustration out of her system. But she was fairly certain she had never mentioned his name. Of course, even if she had, Rachel would still not have made the connection since she knew him as Adrian, not Draco.

'Please, Mia, talk to me. Tell me you're not angry with me.' Rachel's voice sounded even more miserable when Hermione didn't answer immediately.

Hermione sighed loudly. 'Of course I'm not angry with you, Rach. I can never be angry with you, you know that. But I did tell you I wasn't interested and I wish you'd just listened to me for once. You put me in a really difficult position with Dr . . . Adrian.'

Rachel sighed, too. 'I know, and I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't have interfered. But he's such a nice guy and I felt really bad about letting him down, and it was so obvious that he likes you, and you made such a lovely couple when you were dancing, and I just thought . . . .' Her voice trailed off guiltily.

'I know what you thought, but you were wrong,' Hermione said, her voice a little colder than she had meant it to be. She heard the slight gasp which told her she had upset Rachel with her comment. Relenting, she said more gently, 'But it doesn't matter, I love you anyway. Are you coming round? I need to get packed up for going back to school tomorrow and I can't go out until I'm sorted. I've got a shed-load of washing that needs doing and I really need to go through my trunk and see what junk's accumulated in there. You're welcome to join me.'

'I'll be round in ten minutes,' Rachel said, clearly sounding much happier now. 'I can't think of anything I'd like more than to help you with a load of chores.'

'The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can do something more interesting,' Hermione pointed out.

'Okay, okay, I'm on my way. See you later, 'gator.'

'In a while, crocodile,' Hermione added, a smile on her face as she recalled the hundreds of times they had ended their calls that way. She put the phone down and walked back to the washing machine and bent down to sort out the huge pile of washing.


'Oh my god, I have to say the look on your face when he kissed you was absolutely priceless,' Rachel said with a laugh. She was laying on her back on Hermione's bed looking up at the ceiling, her long, dark hair fanning out around her. 'And I still can't decide who looked more shell-shocked once it finished — you or Adrian.'

Hermione was holding up two books and debating which, if either, she needed to take back to school with her. She dropped one on the floor and opened the other and rapidly flicked through it. She closed the book with a thud and placed it on the floor to her left, then picked up the other book and did the same.

'Me, I should think,' she said offhandedly. 'I wasn't expecting the kiss nor did I want it.'

'Well, for someone who didn't want a kiss you reacted pretty well,' Rachel pointed out slyly. 'I thought you were going to suck each other's faces off.' She grinned. 'I was on the verge of telling you to get a room because it was getting indecent.'

'It was just a kiss,' Hermione retorted as she pulled a stack of parchment towards her and flicked through it, although her cheeks burned as she spoke and as she remembered the kiss. If she was honest it had been quite passionate, more so than the ones that had happened between them on the night of the Forbidden Forest incident, but it didn't mean anything. It was just another stupid one-off and didn't really require thinking about or being treated as anything other than what it was.

'Well, whatever it was, you both looked pretty stunned when it ended,' Rachel said with a chuckle. She rolled over onto her front and hung her head off the end of the bed as she watched Hermione add another book to the ever-growing pile to her left.

'Can we not talk about this?' Hermione asked, more interested in the books she was checking than a conversation about the previous night. Without thinking, she added, 'Draco kissed me because you put him up to it. It happened, it's over, and nothing else is going to happen, so let's just stop talking about it, shall we?'

'Who's Draco?' Rachel asked with a frown.

Immediately realising her mistake, Hermione silently cursed herself — and Draco. She hadn't been concentrating and his name had slipped out without thinking. She dropped the book she was holding and stood up to join Rachel, who had now sat up and was looking upset.

'Adrian is Draco,' she admitted guiltily with a sigh. 'He's a boy in my year at Hogwarts. I think I may have mentioned him a few times in my letters to you, although maybe not his name. He's the one Harry, Ron and I have always had problems with because of his crappy attitude. I told you last night there was a lot of bigotry and nastiness at Hogwarts and unfortunately, Draco is one of its biggest proponents.'

Rachel looked shocked and hurt. 'But I thought he was so nice. He was always so kind and attentive to me. I thought he liked me, but obviously he was lying all along. And now you say he's an enemy of yours, Mia? Does that mean he only got to know me to get at you? Is that why he didn't tell me what his name really was? And why did he kiss you if you hate each other so much?'

Hermione shook her head. 'He definitely wasn't using you, Rach, especially not to get at me. He had no idea you and I were even friends. You never told him my real name so he had no idea it was me until we met at the club. And although I know you won't believe me, he actually changed his name because he really likes you and was trying act nobly for once in his life. I know he's an idiot, but this time he was trying to do the right thing, which is why I didn't tell you he'd lied about his name.

'As for things between me and him, they've improved a little this year as we've been working together on a Potions project, but I wouldn't really call us friends — and certainly no more than that. The kiss was just a way for him to wind me up — which was all because you said I fancied blonds — although actually, he winds me up on a fairly regular basis anyway. But that's why there's nothing more to it and why I was so annoyed at you trying to match-make.'

'But I still don't understand why he lied to me,' Rachel said. She looked really hurt.

Hermione took her hands and gave a small sigh. 'Look, I'll try to explain it to you, but not here. Let's go and grab a coffee or something. I could do with a break from packing.' She stood up, then, feeling she should say something more, added, 'Please don't think too badly of Draco. He really does like you . . . and you did reject him, remember.'

'Well, I'm glad I did now. At least we didn't do anything but kiss a few times,' Rachel said bitterly. 'Although I feel terrible knowing I pushed so hard to get the two of you together. No wonder you were unhappy with me, Mia.'

Hermione's stomach constricted at Rachel's words. She had no idea why, although maybe it was because she had been worried that her friend had done more with Draco than just kiss. She was certainly relieved that it hadn't gone any further between them.

'It wasn't specifically because it was Draco. To be honest, I would have been the same with anyone, Muggle or wizard. I'm not really in the market for a boyfriend at the moment,' Hermione insisted. 'I'm sure you'll understand better once I explain it. If it's any consolation, I think you saw a side of Draco that most of us at Hogwarts don't ever get to see. Circumstances mean he wears a very particular type of mask when he's at school.' She held out her hand and pulled Rachel from the bed. 'Come on, then, old girl. I fancy a cake, actually. Shall we go and get one from the bakery? I can explain as we go.'