"Marie, the baguettes!"
Belle looked at the offerings of the bakery, and thought back to the pastries she enjoyed before she and her father had moved to this town. The baking here was adequate, but she really missed what she had been accustomed to as a child with sugar glazes and dried fruits, more than this town had access to. She tried not to judge, and her father would gently encourage her to find good things about this place. Still, she missed the Parisian bakers, and sometimes, once or twice as a treat, they would go to the Viennese patisserie.