"What? This can't be right. A cake for one whole Tenn?!" Perr Kvestarl did not try to hide his disappointment over the price of the cake he had ordered.
"I am sorry. But vanilla is rare these days. Import's bad, and then there is that inflation."
"Alright then. Make sure to by something shiny for it." Kvestarl muttered. His first day off since he began his new employment at the Armed Forces Headquarters had begun badly when it started raining. The radio behind the counter was playing an easygoing tune, reminding him of the forecast that ruined his leave, promising nothing but rain.
 The baker was just about to hand over the cake when the music was interrupted by extra news.

We interrupt the transmission to report that the crown prince of Karnetvor and his wife were brutally murdered in the Sporaltryan capital city, Castietya. More will follow. End message.

This was bad news. Really bad news. Things will go downhill fast, Kvestarl thought. His first leave was surely over now. He turned towards the door and was about to leave when the baker yelled.
"Your cake, mister!"
"Oh." Kvestarl grabbed the cake and left a banknote on the counter and hurried to his car.
The baker watched as his costumer left and drove towards the Old Town. He was surprised to see a 5-Tenn bill on the counter.
"Well, some people get easily excited", he said to himself.