The chuckle that so rises to the pale man's face has Taliah bringing those green eyes up to meet his stare, her features entirely impassive as those words roll off his tongue. "Perhaps I will post it in every language and spread it across the bakery as decoration then," she replies then, tilting her head as light amusement dances in the background of her eyes. It is then that she is snatching that pie away and stalking back to the counter. After she lists off the price and they exchange several words, her eyes lift to circle the bakery, a light frown marring her features as it becomes, quite literally, a ghost town. This was not acceptable. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to ban the man from coming here, and yet, she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. He was still a customer and he still had sugary desires that could be met through her needs. The man was quite rough around the edges though there was always a chance she could help smooth those edges with an ungodly amount of sugar.

As she slides that pie back across the counter, the man immediately takes it in his hands before he returns to his consumption. Taliah had seen her fair share of pie eating in her day, and yet, she had never quite seen someone enjoy it as much as this stranger did. It was satisfying in a way and she hardly minded someone enjoying her food, although, it was an interesting situation she had been placed in. Her eyes drift to the pie as he works through a tender apple piece, his voice filling the silence once more. Whether it was meant as a praise or not remained to be seen and truly, she simply could've not replied but despite herself, she was enjoying this odd interaction. "A habit you tend to develop after keeping an eye out for hunters I suppose," she shrugs. It was partially true though she didn't offer the whole truth, simply because she would hardly be doing a good job at hiding if she offered it up. When your other form was an exotic species she not only had to worry about Dark Hunters but also poachers and trophy hunters, her kind of species already running close to disappearing forever as it was.

Taliah manages to turn the conversation away from her, a relief in itself, the woman hardly caring to talk much about herself as it was. Asking the stranger about his illusions, he explains the challenges before asking her if she would like to see another one. She's very nearly ready to agree before her baker pokes his head from the back, inquiring if everything was okay. Her attention is drawn away then as she placates him, the interaction hardly lasting long before her green gaze is returning back to the stranger and yet, he wasn't there. Instead, there was a perfect replica of her in his place, green eyes meeting green eyes, Taliah can't help but raise her brows in surprise, perhaps a bit impressed at the show he had so offered. It was a bit unsettling, to be setting your eyes on yourself, and truly, he had managed to do it so well that when he spoke it was in her voice. Concealing a flinch that threatens to break the surface of her features, she merely tilts her head and returns a smile as he answers her previous question.

It takes her a moment to respond as she takes some time to let her gaze travel her body, noting as much detail as she can in that moment, "That could be quite handy," she says then, hardly responding to his fondness of the pie, "I'm impressed, a bit unsettled by seeing myself in full form that isn't in a reflection," she admits before moving from behind the counter as she pads closer to him, her observant eyes on the form he had so created. The exotic woman even goes as far as to circle him, her eyes tracing every detail. The stranger had managed to create the illusion so perfectly, even down to the texture of her hair. She pauses on the side of him/herself after she finishes her inspection, as she notes the way he brushes the hair back, mimicking her movements from earlier. What an interesting affinity, how handy it would come in! Something like this would make her life so much easier and yet, she knew better than to wish for something that was impossible. So, she pushes it from her mind as lyrics fall from the stranger's lips once more in the form of a question.

Meeting her own eyes once more, she hardly hesitates, "I didn't. My name is Taliah," she responds in turn, curiosity piquing in her features though she hardly questions. The woman enjoyed her sense of privacy, she enjoyed it enough that she afforded those around her with their own. It seemed only fair, "I'm pleased to know you liked the pie by the way," she changes the subject, hardly asking the man for his own name, he would provide if he wanted to, "I make pies every other day and apple pies on every Tuesday," she says, motioning with her slender fingers back to the devoured treat. There had been other pies amongst the shelves, he easily could have taken another and yet, he had decided on the apple one. Perhaps it was what was closest to him or it was simply because he enjoyed it. She knew not but it was a tidbit she offered him, not quite an invitation but knowledge that he might tuck away and return to purchase more food from her.