Damn, when her eyes turned from the window to him, Tony thought he'd just been shot in the heart. Young, sweet, innocent-looking and pink- she looked so similar to his daughter! Not his biological daughter, of course, (their world didn't have *that* hair color without dyes) but the one he'd left behind on a train with no way of finding her again.

He took a steadying breath and forced his mind back to the present. This was someone new and she looked shy. He needed to be careful not to scare her off. He crouched down to her level and opened the tin for her. "My name is Tony. I'm a friend of the guy who owns this place. I made these for whoever came by the shop today. You're welcome to try one if you'd like, but you don't have to. You can just see what they look like if you're curious. They're a kind my daughter used to like."