Ffion's morning starts later than her brother's, since Ellis gets up before dawn to deal with the ovens. The sweet scent of baking buns fills the small teahouse as she walks across to the kitchen - but today she is aware of something less pleasant as well. Ellis is arguing with someone. "It's in a very safe place." His voice has that particular stubborn ring to it which she knows so well. "But Ellis, people are asking about it!" It's Ithel, of course it's Ithel. She scowls and pauses by the door to listen. "It would be safe at the manse. Just in case..." "No, I don't want to." "But -" "Leave it, Ithel!" Ffion orders, pushing the door open. Ithel jumps, then turns to glare at her. "Why are you so obsessed with Gran's old recipe book? It's a collection of scrappy notes, not a priceless family heirloom!"