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 Dandelion x reader: The bakery

Okay guys! First official entry in this book, aside from the requests page, of course.
Most of my stuff will be game based, but I'm open to the show and books.
Alrighty HAPPY READING!
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The famous troubadour known as, Master Dandelion, perused Hierarch square in search of the perfect pairing for his expensive wine he ordered for his cabaret.

Dealing with the stress of obtaining the placards, and convincing Pollys husband, whom he needed for the upcoming opening of the Chameleon, completely pushed out the thought of purchasing the perfect pairing.

There's always one problem after another.

Dandelion huffed out in disapproval, rubbing his temples as a vendor tried to sell him cheap goat cheese.

"but, sir! I can guarantee that this is the finest cheese you could find in the North! You won't find quality like this anywhere else" The pock faced vendor tried to reason

"If you think that I would feed my cultured audience this slop with the finest wine from Toussaint, then you are wrong, my good sir!"

Dandelion marched off towards St.Gregory's bridge before he lost his temper, his eyes glued to the ground, hands balled tightly into fists
He slowed his pace, when he smelt the familiar sweet scent of fresh bread.

Following his nose, he came upon a small hidden house just slightly off the street.
The window and door was wide open, letting the hypnotic steam float out freely.

Wondering inside the little house, dandelion awed at the sight of a bakery.
shelves and baskets full with bread and treats alike. Perfuming the place in wonders

Melodious humming filled the room, as a (h/c) haired lady walked in holding a basket of treats from the back room, that dandelion didn't notice before.

She didn't notice the purple clad man in the corner. "Ahem!"
She gasped, nearly dropping the basket she held.

"You gave me a fright! I wasn't expecting anyone today, my name is (y/n), (y/n) (y/l). what brings you here master?"
The lady said placing the basket down, chuckled before facing her curious guest.

Dandelion looked her over quickly, taking note of the spilled flour on her linen apron and the way her (e/c) eyes seemed to contrast wonderfully against her (s/c) skin

"Oh! Umm... I was actually on my afternoon stroll, when I happened to stumble upon your lovely establishment. My name is Dandelion, yes that dandelion, the renown poet and musician. I'm sure you've heard of my work" smirks cockily as he leans on a nearby shelf, swiping his ergot feather out of his vision.

"Okay master, well-" 

"Yeah, I'm actually opening my own cabaret shortly and I need something that will pair perfectly with the wine I've purchased"

"Don't cut me off. Thats rude, however why don't you try some of my baked goods? Surely you'll find something you'll like, I'll even prepare a basket for you to sample, no charge" (y/n) smiled softly as she gestured towards a small basket.

Dandelions ears perked, he lived in Novigrad for sometime now, how come he finally found out about this shop?

"Whoreson? I'm sorry, but—"