"You've got ten minutes," the guard says, ushering Ellis through the door. Ffion hurries forwards. "Ellis! How have you been? Have they done anything -" "No, no, it's fine," he says, and he looks fine, albeit a bit worn and grubby around the edges. "Just a bit boring. Nothing to do." "Ellis, um," Ffion takes a breath, "where's Gran's recipe book? I won't give it to Ithel, I just want to make a copy of it. Is that all right?" "Oh, of course." He looks a little puzzled by the request. "Although you'll have to go home." "What?" "I left it at home." "What?!"