You flew into Scotland for a month or two long vacation to try and get away from the city life and work, so you chose to book a small inn in a little town. Across the street you noticed a small bakery with its aromas practically floating across the bustling streets so you couldn’t help yourself when you chose to walk in and take a peek. Upon your entry a small bell on the door rang and the baker who was rolling out some dough let out a hum of acknowledgment “Be right wit’ ye, love..”