"At the teahouse," Inric persists, "the man said there was innate magic and ritual magic." "Oh yes." Ffion turns round and walks backwards so she can face him. "Innate magic is what we call a flair. It develops as you grow up and get good at something." She spins round and returns to walking by his side. "It means you use magic to, uh, influence what you make, kind of, make it better at being what it is. Ellis' magic works through his baking. That's why his pastries are so good."