The pastry is a little on the dry side; Laertes would do well to add a little syrup next time he bakes them. However, the apple and brie marry well together, and the pastry dough is delightfully flaky. Laertes watches him eat, anticipating his judgment with a singular focus. "Is that what's dampened thy spirits?" Laertes asks. "Didst thou encounter him again?"
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