"I thought she wanted to do research in the library," Ylva says as she and Colle make their way back to the kitchen. "She is doing research in the library. She's just not using the books." Magistra Colle turns into the kitchen archway and stops. "Oh, hello again." "Magistra Colle! And Ylva." Nazarchtharin turns to greet them both with a wide smile. "Is Inric not with you?" "He's speaking to a visitor," Colle says. "I'm sure he'll be here soon." "It is not a problem to wait," Nazarchtharin says. "Ffion has been baking." Ffion grins from by the oven, holding a tray of delicate star-shaped pastries with a towel to protect her hands. The warm sweet scent is enticing.