[The old man chuckles at the boys' enthusiasm, happy to help the poor little ones with something. He only wishes he could do more. Perhaps, he thinks, after spoiling them a little with some cake.]

Oh, yes. A little stale, perhaps, but the bakery refuses to sell anything older than a day. What isn't purchased is thrown away. It's an unfortunate testament to wastefulness, but the owner of the shop knows the people of the street often frequent the dumpster at night. Perhaps it is her way of contributing to those who would rather help themselves.

[He beams a wide smile at the boy, giving him a wink. Go on, little one. Have fun. He's believes you need it.]