I hate you! What goes on in your head, woman? That's not even my fandom!

Lise never used to buy bread. Ragueneau made it fresh every morning with her help. Now her musketeer is away all the time with his regiment, and she buys her bread. She hates it.
The Baker is afraid of her but admires her sharp tongue. He gives her the freshest loaves.
Lise has baked bread long enough to know that, but she's never been loved enough to know why.