[ Matt sucks in an abrupt breath as he feels the delicate, cyclopean balance of the loose buns start to shift--

And sighs in relief when the stranger snags the most endangered one. He could've caught it with levitation, and arguably could be safeguarding the whole baker's dozen the same way, but he's trying to keep his spellcasting to a minimum until he gets out into the woods.

At the question, he blinks. Opens his mouth to say no. But he realizes he doesn't actually know, which probably wouldn't be all that reassuring to the kind of person who wants to know if things have been poisoned. ]

I can't think why they would be, [ he answers. ] I already ate a couple, though, so if you want to wait and see, be my guest.

[ Matt casts a guilty glance to the sweet buns stall, but they're a little too far away to have heard, and doing a brisk trade besides. ]

As far as I can gather, this is a festival for commerce and city planning? Seems out of step to poison me with something I paid for.