Without further ado, Wyn rushed back into the market in excitement, his stomach rumbling gleefully at the sight of all the tempting food. He quickly strode over to his favorite bread stall, a place where the bread was always fresh and cheap, and instantaneously, a delicious scent wafted towards him, invading his nostrils immediately. Running up to the familiar-looking old man at the counter, Wyn bought a loaf of bread with incredible haste. The old man grinned at the little boy's naive, yet always adorable antics and snuck a slice of cheesy bread into the paper bag, the way he always did.