Thimble appeared before they opened the doors, another list clutched in his paws. It wasn’t particularly long. “Currants, walnuts, oranges … cardamom?” Viv asked, with a puzzled expression. Thimble nodded ardently. “I don’t even know what that last one is. And the rolls are already perfect!” The rattkin wrung his hands and looked aggrieved. “Trust,” he whispered.
