Draven stood in front of the pastry stall, his red eyes scooping a spoonful of pale pink pastry into his mouth. The sweet flavor spreading on his tongue gradually steadied his heart which was beating wildly from fear. His two eyes lit up, exclaiming:
"Oh my, this is so delicious! It's made from milk, right? I smell milk!"
The White Bear clan Sub-Beast, who was busy making pastries, took a moment to look up, smiling and saying:
"You have a really good nose, it is indeed made from goat milk. We use steamed yam flour mixed with milk, adding dried yam flour and various berries along with honey and edible wild flowers to make pastries."
Draven was stunned: "Eh, you just give me the pastry recipe like that? Aren't you afraid I will learn it?"
The White Bear clan Sub-Beast smiled: "What is there to be afraid of, learning it is your own skill. I also don't live by this trade; I just like making pastries and want everyone to eat the pastries I make."
