"I don't believe it for a second." Molly sticks his chin out stubbornly. "And if I did, I doubt those are people worth knowing, anyway." Snotty, jealous people, probably. Not even worth the time to consider their opinions.

He unwraps the paper on one of the cream-filled pastries and takes a bite. Immediately a look of utter euphoria crosses his face. "That wasn't an idle boast. I think she does have the best pastries on this bloody street. Good for her, not underselling herself. We could have had subpar pastries from a loudmouth."