"You're not still after Gran's recipe book?!" Ffion asks in disbelief. "How do you know I didn't find it?!" Ithel flares. "You turned my room upside down as well as Ellis'," Ffion says, folding her arms. Behind her, Inric moves to put a hand on the locked door. "Well - well, I'll let you go if you give it to me now." Ithel puts his hands on his hips and glares at her. "No." He smirks and waves a key in her face. "What if I let Gwyn and Rhodri out?" "Wait," Ffion says, realisation dawning. "They think you have it, don't they? Your family, I mean." "Never mind! Come on!"