"It must be connected to Ellis' arrest," Ffion continues. "I have to find out what's going on. And being able to go anywhere just like that would be really useful." Her eyes are alight with enthusiasm. Inric sighs. "Prison breaks again?" he murmurs in Eldarin. Ffion ignores the comment. "Anyway, you want to talk to Ellis, right?" she points out. "What about?" "He has a book for making cakes," Inric starts, fishing for the Rhydaben for "recipe". Ffion scowls. "What is it with my Gran's recipes?!" she demands, and Inric notes the word. "I don't want his book," he says, realising he now needs the Rhydaben for "copy". "I want a new one. The same as his book."