Nazarchtharin shrugs offhandedly. "I found some remarkable recipe books. Most exciting! Pay it no mind. Have you finished your copy?" "Oh, um, yes." Ffion holds the thick sheaf of papers out, and Nazarchtharin reaches for it eagerly, eyes alight with excitement. "Ah!" They page through. "Ah, this is excellent!" "Oh good, um..." "Excellent!" Ffion steps back, a little nervous but glad her first copy has gone down well. She turns to go. "I'll, uh, I'll get back to the next one..." There is no response from her employer, but if she had looked behind her, she would have seen the shadow of great wings upon the stairs.