"Ah, well, yes." Seren's gran picks up a covered plate and her own mug, and heads towards the living room. Ffion follows. "Your great-gran and her sister ran a teahouse. The way I heard it, your great-gran was the baker. Her sister - your great-grand aunt - was more into the business. They were doing well, so she wanted to buy another teahouse. Your great-gran disagreed, and they argued, and she left with a farmer she was sweet on." She sits down and smiles up at Ffion. "I've never heard any of this," is all Ffion can say. She takes a seat on the couch. "The big thing was your great-gran took something with her that her sister wanted. They've held a grudge ever since." "The recipe book?!" Ffion can't believe her ears. The old woman laughs. "Is that what it was?"