Sweets weren't his thing - they were useful in bribing people to run errands for him, but he didn't see the fuss people made over macarons, though he noticed a face... a pretty familiar face.

"Shit..." Alt curses to himself as he recognized the Pet Shop owner, why was he here? The Alchemist thought as he quickly tries to hurry up without drawing attention, though it's hard not to with his silver hair and the fact he suddenly went from walking to a brisk job. It may not be likely that D would recognize him as Luard, but he was not taking chances.