Because the talk seemed to have settled for a moment, I asked about a cake for Stevie's birthday celebration tomorrow.
"Actually tomorrow is the birthday of a maid who was supposed to come here with me and who died along the way. So I want to offer a cake as a memorial service. Do you know any good place?"
Does this middle-aged man who looks about forty know the item called cake? In the first place memorial service feels like a Buddhist term, yet will it get across? I thought.
"A birthday cake? Would you like a whole cake? What is the desired amount of money? Are there any requests regarding the fruit or decoration on top?"
Unexpectedly Rudolf asked the key points. Surprisingly, he may be competent at everything?
"Uuun, I don't know the market price, but something around one gold coin, for example? As long as it looks like a birthday cake I won't give detailed orders. I'll leave that to you."
