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... immediate problems that needed a solution had been part of her job for seven years, after all.
A hungry customer wasn’t a magical quest or a life-changing moment.
It was just someone who needed food, and she had ingredients.
She could work with that.
"Have a seat," she called to the man, gesturing to a small wooden stool that had appeared beside the cart. "I’ll have something ready in just a few minutes."
The man collapsed onto the stool gratefully.
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