4 - Conversation


"A bakery?"

Harry just raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"Dude. How can you own a bakery of all things?"

"I bought it." the wizard answered, ignoring the man's incredulous tone.

"Yeah, I got that. But man… it just seems like a very un-Grimm like thing to do." Monroe shook his head in amazement as he looked around the cosy, closed shop. "Seriously, you just bake stuff?"

"Cookies, cake, donuts… I have some delicious cherry pie if you're interested?"

"Yeah... sure."

Harry finished setting up the last tables with paper napkins and sugar bowls and turned to the kitchen to get that pie. It was the least he owed the guy for their little unscheduled morning run. Especially since it had been his doing.

They ate silently, a reluctant camaraderie cautiously settling itself between them as both of them enjoyed their tea or coffee and Harry's freshly baked pie.

"Well, thank you for your explanations."

"No problem, man. Thank you for not killing me."

They rose, shook hands, and Harry led the wolf-man to the door.

Before the door closed between them, Harry knew that there was one thing left to be said about all this: "I'm not a Grimm, though."


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