"Ffion, good," Ithel says, visibly swallowing his anger. "Will you take over the teahouse today?" "What?" "Something came up. I have to go." He turns to the door. "Heilyn will be in soon. Rhodri and Mabon too." And with that he's gone, the door swinging shut behind him. Ffion grins at Ellis. "It used to be just Rhodri and Mabon," she says, "before you started baking." "Mph." He is staring at the table, preoccupied. Ffion frowns. "You're not worried about what he said, are you?" "Not about Gran's recipes, no. Just..." he shakes his head. "No, it's nothing."