You've had honey cakes before, but these are like nothing you ever had. There's some spice running through it that you can't identify, but it is absolutely the most delicious thing you've ever had.
You meant to savor the cake, but you inhale it instead. You end up licking your fingers, wanting to make sure you get every last crumb.
The elderly woman who is selling the cakes has the look of someone from the Empire's eastern border, or maybe even beyond. She laughs at how enthusiastically you ate your cake, and gives you a second one for free.
"I always enjoy the first time someone tastes my kurundu cake," she says with a laugh, her accent having a slightly musical lilt.
You have no idea what kurundu is, and are about to ask her, when you catch a figure approaching out of the corner of your eye.
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