Inside the kitchen, Ellis is kneading dough and Rhodri is carrying a pail full of dishes to the sink. The air is warm and humid, scented with cinnamon and raisins. Ffion is suddenly hungry. "Oh, Ellis! The, uh, the wizard is back and he wants to talk to you." It's the wrong word, she knows that now, but there isn't time to go into all that now. "He's with the fancy guest who liked your pastries, remember?" "In case you didn't notice," Ellis gives her a sideways glare, "I'm busy." "I don't see why we need so many buns. Where do they all go?" "People take them, of course." "We're not that busy -" Ffion starts, but Ellis interrupts. "There are never many leftovers. Go away, Ffion!" Grinning, because needling her brother is always amusing, she makes her escape.