Part 882: Owain A

Hey, Noire!

Eep! H-hello, Owain...

Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet.

Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients.

Ah... I figured as much.

I really am sorry...

Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace!

I... I was looking forward to hearing your poems again.

You're really stuck on that, huh?

Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to---

Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds.

Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try.

Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them!

S-say, Owain...?

Hm?

Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um...Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet?

Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul!

Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients.

Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something.

I won't do... that.

I don't want to know!