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Brioche didn't travel much for work. In fact, she didn't travel much for anything! Only lately, she'd found herself in a bit of a rut when it came to baking. She wanted to explore more than just bread and while sure, playing around with herbs and spices into her breads was plenty fun, what she really wanted to do was find somepony who could teach her about sweets. She knew that her father, Chip, was a autumn pony, so even though Brioche loathed the cold, chilly autumn breezes, she also knew that there were plenty of spiced bakeries. Pumpkin spice especially, was used within that region. Surely it could be incorporated with some sort of sweet pastry too?
She wouldn't know until she found out for herself, so she packed a saddle bag, at least three jackets and some wing warmers and then headed out on the next train going into the autumn region. Even through the train ride, she was able to tell by the fog on the windows that they were heading into colder weather. By the time she got out, she'd bundled herself in so many layers it was almost like she was home. She waddled out of the train - they'd stopped in Bone Town and she was inclined to find a BnB in the area... whichever claimed to provide the best heating in town. She was strolling through the streets, getting various looks as people eyed the leg warmers and fuzzy shoes around her hooves. It was only when a chill blew through the street that she wished she'd bought some snow goggles before leaving home. Not that they would sell snow goggles in the summer season, anyway.
Brioche sighed. The food here better be worth it. She'd better be so blown out of her mind that the cold wouldn't even register with her. She was walking down one of the main streets of Bone Town, only to feel a change in temperature... but it wasn't from the cold. There was somewhere that was projecting heat nearby. Turning her head stacked under three hats with pompoms at the top, she peered at a sign that advertised a blacksmith inside. A blacksmith... maybe they were running a forge inside!
With a gasp of relief, Brioche quickly opened the door into the store, a bell jingling wildly above her head as she entered the shop and closed the door firmly behind her. With a shuddering sigh, Brioche was pleased to find that this shop, whatever it sold, was certainly warmer here than outside. Surely the owner, wherever they may be, wouldn't mind her staying in and warming up a bit. If anyone asked, she could just say she was looking around, after all. A little white lie couldn't hurt every once in a while, right? @Shadrya