"Um, I'm sorry," Ffion says, nervous now. "I have been working on the copying..." But Nazarchtharin is beaming. "Why are you apologising? This is wonderful!" Ffion gapes. "Did you not notice you were copying recipe books?" "Yes, but -" "Do you know why?" "No..." "Recipe books are the pinnacle of all grimoires!" Nazarchtharin's eyes are alight with excitement, and Ffion takes a step back. "They describe magic anyone can do!" "... Magic?" "What else could it be when basic ingredients become something as sublime as lokum or halva?" Nazarchtharin spreads their hands wide and grins. "Never apologise for cooking!"