[ She keeps her brow quirked. She's half tempted to look at the arcanine to see if he picked up on what she meant faster than Bertolt. Who knows. Pokemon are meant to be somewhat intelligent, right?

What she does get out of this is he's actually making pies. Which, well, if she weren't running on ... wait. ]

... Does anyone sell donuts here?

[ It's off track, so she forces her thoughts away from over-sugary indulgences. ]

And are you saying you make pies there or are trying to replicate ones made there?

[ Still not entirely relevant, but it's just off center enough she's curious about it. ]

Is there a particular city that has some of everything? Someplace where you could find any craving.