All is well Francel, we've been served Master Urrix's bread.

[Aymeric, too, is blushing a little about that. He jokes his joke helps them surface from that mood somewhat. He takes up bread and butter of his own, smiling as he smells the sweetness of the beer and honey in it. Master Urrix was a genius. He took a bite, unable to mask the food bliss on his face. He swallows his bite before he speaks]

I could just eat this as my entire meal. Basket after basket, and be delighted.