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The bakery sells homemade bread and honey cakes made from honey produced by their own bees.

All around them are the less awful children of faerie nobles, eating their bread and honey, their cakes and roasted pigeons, their elderflower jam with biscuits and cheese and the fat globes of grapes.

She made me sit down on the frayed silk of her eighteenth century settee while she made me a little supper, with bread and honey and coffee, and tiny yellow apples, and a boiled egg.

They farmed the land and sold their famous bread and honey.

"Bring me some bread and honey," she told her ser-vants, "and take word to Maester Luwin that my ban-dages want changing."