Oh, she was a sweet young woman, Constance decided at the way Dot lit up at the offer. And practical too, baking bread and quick find an apron for Constance. "Constance," she said, pointing to herself again and quickly tying the apron into place. "Bonjour, Dot."

Joining Dot behind the counter, Constance found a bowl and started mixing up more dough, measuring ingredients by eye and how they came together. As she worked, her mind could move to other things, like not only having seen Dot as just one of the many faces moving through the inn, but in connection to someone Constance had met. "Vous conn-" she began, stopping herself with a shake of her head. "Mademoiselle Fisher, oui?"