A Noble Quest - Master

<img src="Byleth.jpg" height="100" width="100"> ... and let's end the lesson on that note. Class is dismissed. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> ... hmmm...Oh! You are shaken out of your thoughts from the Professor's words. How long have you spaced out? You silently hope no one caught you flinch - how unbecoming of Ferdinand von Aegir. Your eyes scan the classroom and your eyes fall on your classmate, Dorothea Arnault, as she stalks off out of the Black Eagles Classroom. <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> ... It hasn't been long since she had given you a riddle - the riddle of why she hates you, and why she likens you to a bee. The two parts of the puzzle don't fit together in your head. You even researched a little about bees, looking for a despicable quality, and came out quite satisfied that they were such magnificent, productive, and industrious creatures. But that doesn't solve the puzzle at all... You may need some second opinions. Step out to the [[Officer's Academy]].

Garreg Mach's library is a wealth of information not only about the academy and the Church, but is the cradle of Fódlan's own history. Curiously, there are more staff cataloging the books. You've heard Seteth take care of handling information in the premises ever since the Western Church's attack. You see [[Tomas]], dutifully shelving some old tomes. [[Linhardt]] has his face shoved into a book. You can't tell if he is hard at work or taking one of his famous naps. [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

The dining hall is hardly an environment for feasting - hard benches and long tables were meant for quick, simple meals. Every so often the kitchen prepares an Adrestian delicacy, but it's not quite the same. But for now, while you're among the next generation of great knights, it will do. (if:$talkChef is 2)[The Head Chef has left for the day, and the kitchen is all yours.](else:)[You see the [[Head Chef]] and the Dining Staff ready to close for the day. ](if: $talkRaphael is 0)[[[Raphael]] is off in the corner gorging on something.] (if: $talkChef is 1 and $dishes is 0)[Like the Head Chef mentioned, there are some [[dishes]] that need clearing away among the tables.](else:)[] [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

To accomodate student, soldier, and staff alike at Garreg Mach, food is grown in the fields just a stone's throw away from the monestary. Hey, noble brat! What in blazes are you doing here? From a distance, a [[farmer|Shed]] shouts at you. [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

The greenhouse is usually a serene sight, but it looked unusually busy. You see [[Dedue]] and [[Ashe]] silently working together planting new seeds. There is a whole crop of fresh flowers. [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

As per usual, the marketplace is brimming with activity. You see the traveling [[Eastern Merchant]] and (if: $sugar is false)[the [[Southern Merchant]].](else:)[the Southern Merchant, who is quite happy that the day's labors are done.] [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

You still look upon the (nearly) perfect bag of treats, in front of you, made from a special recipe from (if: $recipeChoice is 1)[Adrestia.](if: $recipeChoice is 2)[Faerghus.](if: $recipeChoice is 3)[Leicester.](if: $recipeChoice is 4)[the Head Chef.](if: $inv contains "Aegir handkerchief")[ You also wrapped it in a white Aegir handkerchief.] (if: $takeFlower is true)[ There is a (if: $inv contains "Daisy")[daisy](if: $inv contains "Bergamot")[bergamot](if: $inv contains "Carnation")[carnation] affixed to the knot.] Now, just to give it to your intended recipient. You've cleaned up the table and drying up most of the utensils when you hear a door open. You almost jump in surprise when you hear someone behind you. <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> ... Ferdie? You usually cannot stand your name in the diminutive, but you've never been able to help but answer to Dorothea's sing-song call. You look down at yourself, suddenly conscious at how you look in front of her. You look like you've been worked to the bone - rolled-up sleeves, stained shirt, and you're sure some flour is streaked across your face and hair. You try to straighten yourself out, but she is already heading towards you. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> You're just in time, Dorothea. I really do not mean to impose on you, but I believe this would be the best way to answer your riddle. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Still wrapped up in that silly little thing? Oh, Ferdie, don't you have more important things to do? <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Well, this is very important to me! Her face seems to soften a little. Her eyes wander curiously around your workstation. [[You watch Dorothea's reaction...|Reaction]]

You are currently carrying: (print: $inv.join(", ")). (click: "Aegir handkerchief")[(display: "handkerchief description")](click: "Bag of Flour")[(display: "flour description")](click: "Bag of Sugar")[(display: "sugar description")](click: "Carnation")[(display: "carnation description")](click: "Bergamot")[(display: "bergamot description")](click: "Daisy")[(display: "daisy description")](click: "Adrestia's Most Beloved Confectionaries")[(display: "adrestia description")](click: "Peace and Pastries: A Guide to Leicester's Teatime Parties")[(display: "leicester description")](click: "Faerghus : Treats of the Wilderness")[(display: "faerghus description")](click: "Head Chef's Recipe")[(display: "head chef recipe description")] [[Return to the Officer's Academy.|Officer's Academy]]

The Blue Lions Classroom is a place you do not frequent at all. You realized you've never really made friends with anyone from the northern kingdom of Faerghus. You see that [[Mercedes]] and [[Annette]] are sitting at their tables. They seem to be preparing a picnic, judging from their basket filled with assorted treats and a large blanket splayed accross the top of their desks. [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

You scarcely set foot into this classroom, often just to speak with Lorenz. Other than that, you've found the attitudes of people from the northeastern Leicester Alliance quite unique. You see (if: $talkLorenz is 0)[[[Lorenz, Claude|Lorenz]] and [[Marianne]] having an interesting discussion. Though Marianne didn't seem to be as passionate as the other two.](else:)[[[Lorenz and Marianne|LoreMari]] sitting at their desks, each preoccupied by their own readings.] [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

(if: $talkAnnette is 0 or $talkLorenz is 0)[You are currently in the Officer's Academy of Garreg Mach. Two other classrooms are down the hall. There is a pleasant aroma wafting from the [[Blue Lions Classroom]]. From the [[Golden Deer Classroom]], you can hear a lively discussion.](if: $talkAnnette is 1 and $talkLorenz is 1 and $displayMainQuestIntroText is 1)[You are currently in the Officer's Academy of Garreg Mach. Two other classrooms are found here - the [[Blue Lions Classroom]] and the [[Golden Deer Classroom]]. From here, you can also reach your [[room| Ferdinand's Room]], the [[Library]], the [[Dining Hall]] and the [[Greenhouse]]. The [[Marketplace]] and the [[fields|Fields of Garreg Mach]] are a bit further away. (if: $adrestia is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if:$faerghus is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if: $leicester is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if: $recipe is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if: $recipeGet is true and $flour is true and $sugar is true and $kitchen is true)[(set: $bakeReady to true)](if: $bakeReady is false)[You still have some tasks left to do.](else:)[You've now collected everything you need and gained access to the kitchen. If you're ready, you can head there [[now|Working in the Kitchen]].] Where should you go next? You can also [(link-goto:"check your inventory", "Ferdinand's Inventory")] to see if you have everything you need to accomplish your task.](if: $talkAnnette is 1 and $talkLorenz is 1)[(if: $displayMainQuestIntroText is 0)[All of the sudden, you feel the thoughts in your brain link up. Riches... inheritance... friendship... pride... Eureka! Dorothea could only be referring to how bees have been able to live in a grand old hive, built from the backbreaking work of their forefathers - enabling them a wealth of honey to live in beyond their wildest imagination. And equipped with the ability to create these riches again and again, for generations to come. You're no stranger to the words "spoiled brat." Undoubtedly, most of your noble peers have caught wind of such complaints from servants or when passing through the seedier parts of town. But you will not have an ally regard you in that way. Your stay in the Officer's Academy is long from over, and these peers will be your colleagues and subjects. Besides, you would enjoy Dorothea's friendship very much. She has an uncanny way of making Edelgard relax, coax Bernadetta out of her shell, playfully tease Caspar without a hint of annoyance from the other party. The stone-faced Hubert, who makes a thorough check on anyone who approaches his liege, has put trust in Dorothea despite her background... and you can't deny how she manages to brighten any room with her presence. Taking inspiration from Mercedes' wonderful creations, you resolve to accomplish something you've never done before - bake. To bake in an earnest attempt to become friends with Dorothea. And thus, your noble quest begins. You are currently in the Officer's Academy of Garreg Mach. Two other classrooms are found here - the [[Blue Lions Classroom]] and the [[Golden Deer Classroom]]. From here can also reach your [[room| Ferdinand's Room]], the [[Library]], the [[Dining Hall]] and the [[Greenhouse]]. Where should you go next? You can also [(link-goto: "check your inventory", "Ferdinand's Inventory")] to see if you have everything you need to accomplish your task.(set: $displayMainQuestIntroText to 1)(set: $questProper to 1)]] (if: $adrestia is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if:$faerghus is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if: $leicester is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)](if: $recipe is true)[(set: $recipeGet to true)] (if: $recipeGet is true and $flour is true and $sugar is true and $kitchen is true)[(set: $bakeReady to true)]

Dorothea walks away from you, but there's a spring in her step. You trust she'll get a chance to try your creations. You're a little nervous about her opinion, but you have a feeling everything will turn out alright in the end. You regard your little adventure around Garreg Mach. You talked to different people and did different tasks you never thought would be part of your training as a knight and as a noble. Maybe you didn't solve the mystery of why you are a bee, but you accomplished so much. It was a lot of hard work, but seeing Dorothea's sincere smile made it all worth it in [[the end.|Credits]]

(if: $talkAshe is 0)[Dedue looks up from where he is working. <img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello. He then turns back to his work. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Erm...Hello, Dedue. The blooms turned out beautiful. Dedue nods to the flowers. A man of few words. You can't relate.](if: $talkAshe is 1)[<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello once again, Dedue. Sorry to bother you, but I'm terribly curious about these flower meanings that Ashe mentioned. <img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> No problem. Let me know which one you're interested in - the [[bergamot]], the [[daisy]], or the [[carnation]].](else:)[Dedue diligently works at the gardening. Best not to bother him.] [[Back.|Greenhouse]]

(if: $talkAshe is 2)[Hi, Ferdinand? Did you put the flower to good use? Feel free to look around. [[Back.|Greenhouse]]](if: $talkAshe is 1)[<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Hey, ready to pick a flower? I hope you asked Dedue! He motions to the blooms. <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> We're allowed to give one flower to each student. You can [[take a bergamot|Bergamot]], [[take a daisy|Daisy]], or [[take a carnation|Carnation]]. [[Back.|Greenhouse]]](if: $talkAshe is 0)[<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello Ferdinand! Sorry, Dedue and I are quite busy here... the end-of year gala is coming up and it's gonna need lots... of... flowers... He whistles at the work that's left for them to do. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, goodness. I, er... I wish I could help... <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> No, no, it's fine. Seteth assigned the greenest thumbs to this project. I like it a fair bit, but Dedue is the best at this! <img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> ... Dedue turns to the two of you and flashes a thumbs up, nary a smile on his face. He turns back to his work, and the way he was handling the flowers spelled out he was quite content with the task. <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> See? What brings you here, Ferdinand? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, nothing really. I am actually looking around for baking ingredients. Just wandering around for inspiration, I guess... <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Alright. Let me know if you need anything. If you ask me, there are wayyy [[too many flowers | Too...many?]] to deal with in this greenhouse.]

(if: $talkMercedes is 2)[<img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> Good luck with your baking, Ferdinand - do let me know how it turns out! She goes back to her work on her pastries, bobbing her head along to Annette's little song.](if: $questProper is 1 and $talkMercedes is 1)[Mercedes is arranging the various desserts and jams in a big basket. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello again, Mercedes. I'd like to try my hand at creating baked treats. But err... how do you recommend a total beginner to go about that? <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> That's wonderful, Ferdinand! Sorry, but my family recipes are top secret, if you're looking for something like that... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Ack - do not worry yourself about that! <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> I'm just joking! Unfortunately I don't have a spare copy. If you're in a hurry, you can find amazing cookbooks in the Academy. The Head Chef is also has an excellent recipe, but she's quite busy with feeding the whole monastery. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, haha... I see. Thank you for this pointing me in the right direction. <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> Don't mention it. Good luck, Ferdinand!(set:$talkMercedes to 2)](if: $questProper is 0)[Mercedes is arranging the various desserts and jams in a big basket. <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> I'm guessing the smell of these pastries got you curious, huh, Ferdinand? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> That is true, Mercedes. They look absolutely delectable. Did you make them all yourself? What ever is the occasion? <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> Yes! I baked them with Annie here. And no, no occassion. Just a beautiful day. And Annie loves my treats so much. I guess you can call it a celebration of friendship, isn't that right, Annie? They smile at each other across the table. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> That is very nice. I bid you both a wonderful afternoon. <img src="Mercedes.png" height="100" width="100"> And you as well, Ferdinand.(set: $talkMercedes to 1)] [[Back.|Blue Lions Classroom]]

(if: $talkAnnette is 1)[<img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> //Hmmm hmmmm... la la la... buzz buzz buzz...// Yes, best not to bother her.](if: $talkAnnette is 0)[You approach Annette, who is darning a few holes in an ornate blanket. <img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> Hey Ferdinand! You don't come around here at all. Are you looking for someone? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah, Annette. Hello, but I am not looking for anyone in particular. That's a beautiful blanket you have there. I assume you're off to a picnic? <img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> That's right - time to bring this ol' thing out! Mercie thought it would be a good day to have one, with the sun shining and whatnot. Listen to the sounds of nature. Look at nice flowers. That kinda thing! The gears are turning in your head... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> A picnic out is a fantastic idea! But aren't you afraid of those dastardly bees? Always buzzing about... What do you do to prevent that? <img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> Huh? What are you talking about? Bees are great! They're flitting from flower to flower, collecting all the good stuff. Hard manual labor. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> That's what I thought too... <img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> And you know the best part about bees? The honey! Imagine, all the drones coming to their great big beehive and hard at work on their honeycombs to make that sweet, rich stuff! Oh no, I'm getting hungry. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Sweet and... rich? Annette, that is actually quite insightful. <img src="Annette.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh really? Hmm... do you think when they do all that work, the buzzing is actually them humming a song? That would be so cool... She seems to be lost in her thoughts, as if writing something in her head. Best not to bother her. (set: $talkAnnette to 1)] [[Back.|Blue Lions Classroom]]

<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello, Marianne! <img src="Marianne.png" height="100" width="100"> //Um... hello... Ferdinand...// Marianne looks over the top of your book and bows her head in acknowledgement. She shrinks back into the pages. She seems to want to be left alone. You decide to politely abide by her silent request. (set: $talkMarianne to 1) [[Back.|Golden Deer Classroom]]

(if:$talkRaphael is 1 and $dishes is 1)[<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> I have finished with the task at hand. <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> What an industrious young man. Hmm. I might do the same for my husband one of these days, it's been too long. Her husband? She must mean... [[...The Eastern Merchant?|WrongChef]] [[...The Western Merchant?|WrongChef]] [[...The Farmer?|RightChef]] [[...Tomas?|WrongChef]]](else:)[You approach the head chef who seems to be drawing up next day's menu. She is speaking to herself. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello, I would like to ask permission to use the kitchen tonight. Is it available? <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Huh, what an industrious young man! Althought I have to say, I've only allowed Miss von Martritz to use the kitchen because I have full confidence in her. You, however... She gives you a once-over, and her hesitation is palpable. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah. Unfortunately, I'm but a beginner. I am determined to change this. It's of utmost importance that I learn how to bake. I must say, my name is on the line! <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> A bit dramatic, aren't we? Don't worry - I'll let you use the kitchen. I just need a wee favor, and you'll be free to use it. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> I accept this compromise. What must be done? <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> I'll need you to clean up the Dining Hall. One of my stewards are off sick so I need someone to take care of this while I am planning tomorrow's menu. Is that something you can do? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Cleaning up the mess hall? I can surely do it! <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Yes, that would be great. One more thing - you will also have to handle Mr. Kirsten over there. He seems to be obsessed with... bulking up... and has quite a bit of meat to finish. You'll have to convince him to continue tomorrow... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Is that so? Leave it to me, then. It seemed to be a simple task. To secure use of the oven, you will need to finish this task.(set: $talkChef to 1) [[Back.|Dining Hall]]]

You approach the Traveling Eastern Merchant. You have become quite well-acquainted, as his store is the only one that bothers to stock Southern Fruit Blend. But that is not what you're here for. Good afternoon, kind sir. Another shopping day? You were last here just a couple of days ago. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello, I am but a mere browser today, unfortunately. <img src="EastMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> So be it... though I expect you will be here in a week's time as per your regular schedule. You only rival the dining hall with your weekly purchase of tea! <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Is that so? I shall endeavor to best them, then. The Eastern Merchant has a puzzled smile on their face but their eyes shined at the idea of assured coin. <img src="EastMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> W-well then! Feel free to look through my wares. I also sell an assortment of gifts, accompanied with fine papers and clothes for added elegance and surprise! You look past the wriggling fish bait and blacksmithing tools, and see various knick-knacks - gemstones, a hunting dagger, hair clips, spices, a board game... nothing you need. You nod to the Eastern merchant good bye. [[Done.|Marketplace]]

You approach the Southern Merchant. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Good afternoon. I'd like to know if you have sugar available among your wares. <img src="SouthMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> You're in luck, sir! Let's see... oh, no... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Is something the matter? <img src="SouthMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> The shipment of food supplies is still over at the main gate. Unfortunately, my wheelbarrow has broken down so I couldn't set them up at my shop. Let me run over to the gate for you... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Halt, perhaps I could be off assistance. I could help you bring some to the the stall. <img src="SouthMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, I couldn't ask that of you and your station... <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Please don't think about that. But if does bother you so, can I barter my labor for some sugar? <img src="SouthMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> Hmmm. That works out, sir. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Grand. Let's get to it. The Southern Merchant nods at you and you both make your way to the front gates. [[Heave-ho!]]

(if: $talkChef is 0)[<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> You seem to be preoccupied, friend. <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Uh-huh. Busy busy. //*munch*// There's a brawling tournament coming up, and I am not losing to Caspar. Tell 'im that for me, will ya? //*munch munch*// <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Err. Sure, Raphael. I'll do that.](if: $talkChef is 1)[<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello, Raphael. It seems that your time here should come at an end... the dining staff are ready to take away all utensils and kitchenware... <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Aw man. I'm done yet though. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> I can see that. I don't doubt that your reasons for staying over and... snacking... are honorable, but I do need you to leave so that the good staff can clear away the day's dishes. <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Alright, alright, I hear ya. Why don't you stick around and help me finish all this meat, then? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Err... [[Stay and eat.]] [[Get up and leave.]]] [[Back.|Dining Hall]]

Your quarters is neat and tidy, save for the armor collection you've been meaning to clean up, currently scattered at the far end of the room. The smell of Southern Blend tea permeates the space. Garreg Mach's student dormitories all held similar rooms. This one is around a third of your quarters back in the Aegir estate, but you make do. There is a [[bed]], a [[wardrobe]], and a [[desk]]. [[Back.|Officer's Academy]]

(if: $talkTomas is 0)[The old librarian scuffles around a pile of books, rearranging Fódlan's history to its proper positions in the bookshelves. <img src="Tomas.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Young man... do you require some help? He gives you a quiet smile while still working. You don't know why, but you feel a little uneasy. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of where I might find some books on the topic of pastry-making Hmmm if I do recall... you'll find them over that shelf. Alright. <img src="Tomas.jpg" height="100" width="100"> I'd like to remind you that you may only borrow one book at a time, so please take care about your choice! <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, I understand. Many thanks.(set: $talkTomas to 1)](else:)[Best not to bother the old librarian. Something is off about him, anyway.] You head over to the shelf he mentioned, and you see three tomes. No time to waste. Which one do you pick? (if: $adrestia is false)[Take a look at [[Adrestia's Most Beloved Confectionaries]]](else:)[The book on Adrestian treats is taken.] (if: $faerghus is false)[Check out [[Faerghus : Treats of the Wilderness]]](else:)[The Faerghus book seems to be on loan.] (if: $leicester is false)[Browse through [[Peace and Pastries: A Guide to Leicester's Teatime Parties]]](else:)[There's an empty space where the Leicester book should be.] [[Back.|Library]]

... and as you suspected, he's asleep. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Goddess help you, Linhardt. What a waste of potential. <img src="Linhardt.png" height="100" width="100"> Excuse you? He lifts his head from the table, half-lidded eyes never indicating he's gotten the right amount of sleep. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh goodness... I am sorry for wa- wait a minute, why am I apologizing? We have barely been dismissed from class and you're already dreaming to the high heavens? <img src="Linhardt.png" height="100" width="100"> And I still would be if you hadn't stormed over here and displayed your typical Ferdinand dramatics. You start to huff, but stop yourself short of proving Linhardt's point. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Alright, fine. Since you spend a good amount of time here, would you care to point in the direction of the cookbooks. <img src="Linhardt.png" height="100" width="100"> Do I look like the librarian to you? Go ask Tomas over there. Good Luck. He laid down his head back on his book, clearly will the intention of napping again. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> ... (set:$talkLinhardt to 1) [[Back.|Library]]

You remove your pristine, silken gloves and fold them neatly in your pocket. You take off your jacket and slide out of your favorite expensive riding boots. In turn, you put on the rough pairs that have been provided for you. The grounds have been delicately tilled. The work is not hard, but it was repetitive. Your mind buzzes from grabbing the right amount of seed and diligently arranging them into the soil. You look up and you are about a third done with the job. [[Just keep sowing...]]

<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Yep. Overflowing, really. Dedue is really too good at this. Thinking of giving some away, or it's off to the compost with them. Interested in taking any? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hmmm... which varieties have an overflow? <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Certainly. Pick one if you want. And if you're curious about the language of flowers, Dedue is an expert. Might be worth talking to him if you're curious. He motions to the blooms. <img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> We're allowed to give one flower to each student. You can [[take a bergamot|Bergamot]], [[take a daisy|Daisy]], or [[take a carnation|Carnation]]. (set: $talkAshe to 1) [[On second thought... hold on.|Greenhouse]]

<img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Might I ask why you find me so despicable? I can scarcely guess. Please. Will you not give me a clue? <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Well, let me see. A good clue... I know! It's because you're like a bee. That ought to be enough of a clue. So long, Ferdie. [[A... bee?|Title]] (set: $inv to (a:))

Aegir Handkerchief Daisy Bergamot Carnation Bag of Flour Bag of Sugar Adrestia's Most Famous Sweetmeats and Delicacies 1 Faerghus : Treats of the Wilderness 2 Peace and Pastries: A Guide to Leicester's Teatime Parties 3 Head Chef's Recipe 4

The kitchen is full of equipment that seem vaguely familiar to you. You lay down everything you've collected on your journey thus far. You have the following recipes in your arsenal. Which one do you choose? (if: $adrestia is true)[[[Adrestia's Most Beloved Confectionaries|Baking Adrestian Cookies]]] (if: $faerghus is true)[[[Faerghus: Treats of the Wilderness|Baking Faerghus Cookies]]] (if: $leicester is true)[[[Peace and Pastries: A Guide to Leicester's Teatime Parties|Baking Leicester Cookies]]] (if: $recipe is true)[[[Head Chef's Recipe|Baking Head Chef's Cookies]]]

You've been taught to keep your bedroom neat and tidy. In fact, this is the first thing you do everyday, aside from carefully grooming your eyebrows in the mirror. In truth, you aren't quite used to having to make your own bed. Your father insisted you did this in the months leading up to Garreg Mach. You suppose it was for the best. [[Back.| Ferdinand's Room]]

Your clothes for Garreg Mach were expertly tailored by the finest ateliers of Adrestia. The finest gold threads and buttons, and the softest white silks replaced the standard Officer's uniforms requirements. Your father instructed it be so. It makes you stick out of your class like a sore thumb. You rather like that fact. You collection of gloves and spare riding boots are also stashed here. [[Back.| Ferdinand's Room]]

In your desire to best Edelgard, you've come up with a great system to go through all your work and assignments. This finished work, checked and re-checked, pile high in the corner, ready to impress the Professor. (if: $inv contains "Aegir handkerchief")[There's nothing of note around here.](else:)[Atop the desk, you see some extra cravats and a [[handkerchief]] folded neatly amongst your belongings.] [[Back.| Ferdinand's Room]]

<img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> You all seem busy, friends. <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, pleasant surprise, Ferdinand. Claude, Marianne and I were in a little debate. <img src="Marianne.png" height="100" width="100"> //Ummm...I wasn't really part of this conversation...// <img src="Claude.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah, yes. Another stuffy noble to add to our squabble. No offense, Ferdinand. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Err... none taken, Claude. What is the topic at hand? <img src="Claude.png" height="100" width="100"> Well, we're talking about the merits one should earn to lead a country. Something you would aptly weigh in on, actually. <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Yes. I myself believe a title, inherited through generations of excellence, is the only merit viable for a great leader. Loyalty and patriotism are built by tradition and propriety, is it not? <img src="Claude.png" height="100" width="100"> While you make a fair point, that shouldn't be the only thing that matters, right? If you carry yourself with pride - and have the skills and resources to boot - that's more than enough to be a good leader. What say you, Marianne? <img src="Marianne.png" height="100" width="100"> //I don't think I'm the right person to ask this...// <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Nonsense, Marianne. I dare say I am more confident in your noble standing than Claude's. There's proof that your origin is the zephyr that will lead your country to triumph. <img src="Claude.png" height="100" width="100"> Corny as ever, Lorenz. So, Ferdinand, do you take the same stand? Only highborns allowed at the helm? Surprise me. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> I am proud of my station, to be sure, and it has afforded me with much at my disposal to change the world. Though I do understand there are lessons to be learnt outside of council rooms... Hmmm... <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Pardon me, Ferdinand, but are you all right? That does not sound like you at all! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Is that so...? Do forgive me, I do have a lot on my mind... <img src="Claude.png" height="100" width="100"> Huh. Interesting. Well, I guess that concludes it. Stalemate for now, my noblemen. I'll head out. Lorenz glares at Claude's exiting form. <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Tsk. I really felt that I was winning that one. Was there something you needed? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, not really, no. Just wanted to see what the commotion was about. <img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Alright, then. I'll be here if you do need me. I need some brushing up on noble rhetoric if I hope to win our next debate. Marianne, won't you join me in solving this little enigma? <img src="Marianne.png" height="100" width="100"> //Err...I guess I could do that...// <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Thank you, Lorenz. And I will be seeing you around, Marianne. Goodbye. (set:$talkLorenz to 1) [[Back.|Golden Deer Classroom]]

(if: $sowingDone is 1)[The farmer you met is working inside the shed. ]There is a nearby [[compost pit|Compost Pit]]. (if: $sowingDone is 0)[ You and the farmer meet halfway near a shed. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hello, good sir. I am Ferdinand von Aegir, heir to House Aegir, from the Black Eagles house in Garreg Mach - <img src="EastMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> I don't give a rat's ass. We don't get many students around here. What's that vacant look in your face for? <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I... Err... yes! Kind sir, I was hoping to procure some flour for the purpose of making some special treats back at the Monastery. How may I go about acquiring such rations? <img src="EastMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> Hmm. I do need some help with a bit of sowing. The farmer extends his hand over a bare plot of land. The scenery does not indicate "a bit of sowing." He seems to catch the astonishment in your eyes and smirks a little. <img src="EastMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> Tell you what, little man, help me out and I could throw in a few bags o' flour for you... unless you're too delicate for this work...? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Fear not, friend. I've survived lancing drills with Professor Byleth for hours on end - and my sparring partner was that insufferable Gautier! I think I have what it takes to keep my end of the bargain. The farmer chuckles and hands you a rough pair of gloves and oversized boots. <img src="EastMerchant.png" height="100" width="100"> Sure, sure. Yer gonna need these. G'luck, Fernand von So-and-So. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, let me correct you - I am Ferdi - He's already out of earshot. [[Time to get to work. | Sowing begins!]]] (if: $sowingDone is 1)[[[Back.|Officer's Academy]]]

(print: $selectedItem's description) (link: "Done")[(goto:$previousPassage)]

The compost pit holds degrading scraps, to be used for fertilizing the fields. You realize you have never seen waste like that in your life. (if: $sowingDone is 0)[The farmer calls out to you, you should probably go to him.] [[Back.|Shed]]

Ferdinand - Dorothea - Annette - Mercedes - Lorenz - Claude - Marianne - Ashe - Dedue - Linhardt - Raphael - Head Chef Eastern/Southern Merchant Farmer Tomas

The sun bears down on your back, and you feel the sweat run down your face, mixing with the dirt that's flecked onto your skin as you work. You look and feel like a mess. You're no stranger to this state, but out of combat, it's very foreign to you. [[Sowing. Sowing. Sowing...]]

At long last, you seem to have finished off the field. You can feel your back ache a little from your bent form. You feel a looming presence. <img src="EastMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Hey, not bad kid. Hope that wasn't such a rough... He hands you over some bags of flour. <img src="EastMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Don't spend that all in one place now. Har har. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, thank you so much! Well, I'd never though anyone could be so happy to get flour. No problem kid, ya earned it. Good luck with your cooking or what not. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Baking treats, actually - <img src="EastMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Goddess, shaddup, kid - wait, did you say baked treats? My wife makes the best cookies in the world! Not to say I married her for that reason, heh heh... well, have a good time. See you around, kid. He waves away without another word and retreats into the shed. The farmer seems to have softened his attitude towards you. You feel somewhat elated, and hope that you will get the very same reaction from Dorothea, once you've accomplished this task.(set: $sowingDone to 1)(set: $flour to true)(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Bag of Flour")) [[Finish off, and clean up.|Shed]]

A NOBLE QUEST words and coding by @i0nsquare on Twitter art by my sister You made it all the way here?! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for playing! I hope you enjoyed this little exploration of the FE3H world I've fallen in love with. [[Restart.|A Noble Quest]]

Let it be known that Ferdinand von Aegir - heir to the renowned House Aegir, bearer of the Crest of Cichol, with no weaknesses on record - can do some heavy lifting. There's but a large crate, but no cart or wheelbarrow in sight. I've already asked to borrow from other stalls, but today seems to be restocking day and every single wheel is at work. The singular crate is quite wide and heavy, but you find that you are able to pick it up. You huff and cradle the bottom edges securely. With the crate in front of you, you can't see what's in front of you. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Hrrr... there! Let us get going. Please lead my way. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Ah, yes! I shall. Step right here, forward. You've got it. Forward... You're doing alright! It's a simple way forward from here. [[You're getting there...]]

Suddenly, the Southern Merchant you have been trailing, stops in his tracks. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Oh no! WATCH OUT! Without any idea where to go, you move... [[Shift right!]] [[Shift left!]]

It seems you have made a right move, as you hear a meow and skittering cat in your opposite direction. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Good show, sir! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah, it's nothing! You grin proudly behind the crate, but you are still sweating profusely from the exerted strength and balance. [[Heave...ho...]]

Alas! You made a wrong move. You nearly trip over a cat. Thankfully she scurries away unharmed, but you made an awkward step and you stumble before catching yourself. The large crate in your arms tumbles out and you spill a few goods all over the floor. You promptly put down the crate and chase around the rogue items with the Southern merchant. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Apologies! This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Ahh, no worries, sir. Thankfully nothing has been damaged from my wares. Perhaps I can take it over from here... <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> No! I can still go on. Please, let me finish this task. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Er, of course! Let's try again. Your pride is a little bruised, and your arms quite sore. Still. you are determined to finish this and earn your sugar, fair and square. You shake out your arms, and you pick up the refilled crate once again. [[Brush off the dust and try again...|Heave...ho...]]

At last, you make it to the Southern Merchant's kiosk. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Thank you! These items would have been stuck for a few days if you hadn't come along. The Southern Merchant cheerfully gives you a bag of sugar. <img src="SouthMerchant.jpg" height="100" width="100"> The pleasure was all mine. You finally have the sugar. It's only a matter of time before you can finally finish your project.(set: $sugar to true)(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Bag of Sugar")) [[Done.|Marketplace]]

(if: (passage:)'s name is "Ferdinand's Inventory")[](else-if: (passage:)'s tags contains "noinv")[](else-if: $questProper is 0)[](else:)[<br>[[Check your inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]]

<img src="Lorenz.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh dear. I really want to prove that Claude wrong - does he really think he can get away from a proper debate, with just a smile? <img src="Marianne.png" height="100" width="100"> //Umm... I think as much as Claude loves to talk... He has a lot of secrets, too...// They flip through some books that Lorenz set aside for noble research. You approve. You leave them to the hard work, for now. [[Back.|Golden Deer Classroom]]

A NOBLE QUEST by @i0nsquare on Twitter i0nsquare on AO3 [[Start the game.|Black Eagles Classroom]] (set: $talkAnnette to 0)(set: $questProper to 0)(set: $talkMercedes to 0)(set: $talkLorenz to 0)(set: $talkMarianne to 0)(set:$talkTomas to 0)(set:$talkLinhardt to 0)(set: $talkAshe to 0)(set: $talkDedue to 0)(set:$talkRaphael to 0)(set: $talkChef to 0)(set: $recipeChoice to 0) (set: $handkerchief to false)(set: $daisy to false)(set: $bergamot to false)(set: $carnation to false)(set: $flour to false)(set: $sugar to false)(set: $kitchen to false)(set: $adrestia to false)(set: $faerghus to false)(set: $leicester to false)(set: $recipe to false)(set: $recipeGet to false)(set: $bakeReady to false)(set: $takeFlower to false)

<img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> The gift of bergamot wishes prosperity and protection. You can also use its petals and leaves as tea. [[Back.|Dedue]]

<img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> Daisies signify innocence, purity, and new beginnings. [[Back.|Dedue]]

<img src="Dedue.png" height="100" width="100"> Carnations mean love and admiration. [[Back.|Dedue]]

<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah, makes great tea. Here you go! (set: $inv to $inv + (a: "Bergamot")) (set: $takeFlower to true)(set: $talkAshe to 2) <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Many thanks, Ashe. [[Back.|Greenhouse]]

<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> These are beautiful. Here you go! (set: $inv to $inv + (a: "Daisy")) (set: $takeFlower to true)(set: $talkAshe to 2) <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Many thanks, Ashe. [[Back.|Greenhouse]]

<img src="Ashe.png" height="100" width="100"> Nice choice. Here you go! (set: $inv to $inv + (a: "Carnation")) (set: $takeFlower to true)(set: $talkAshe to 2) <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Many thanks, Ashe. [[Back.|Greenhouse]]

You notice that Raphael has been a lot of Derdriu specialties. You and Lorenz have kept your conversations around tea (and how could you not - the topic is inexhaustible) and you have never heard about their cuisine. Surely it is not Alliance custom to eat with your bare hands... right? <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Hmmm... no, this won't do. Raphael, would you happen to have a fork and a knife? Maybe even just... a serviette? <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Huh? There's no time for that! I thought ahead, you see... no utensils for the staff to clean! Wooden skewers are where it's at! Raphael brandishes a skewer and picks up a hefty piece. You know its rude but you couldn't look away as Raphael shoved the chunk in his mouth. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> I... see. That is efficient, I agree. Raphael gestures to some crude but clean wooden skewers. It seems he has fashioned them himself. You help yourself to one and poke around the platter for a piece of meat that you think you can swallow in a bite. You take a bite... and it's surprisingly tasty! <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> This flavor... it's exquisite! I did not think it would be this good! <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Heh. Only the finest protein will get us warriors in shape! Well... to be honest, I got a lot of help from Leonie... she took pity on my bland meat. Well, what do you know, the flavor keeps me pumped up with sparring with her! <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Your dedication to strength is admirable. Do tell me - what is your goal? Why must you be so strong? <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Well... It's really simple. I was never cut out for business. Becoming a Knight will help me support my family - me and my little sis. I don't really have the talent for studies, ya know... but I think I can keep up if I get strong enough. <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> Ah! A noble cause, indeed. Thank you for sharing. If I may, if you need help with studies - battle formations and all that - I would be happy to help, Caspar needs a bit of brushing up, too... <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Group study! Now that's new to me. Well, I'm always open to trying new things. Thanks, Ferdinand! <img src="Ferdie.png" height="100" width="100"> This seems to be a day of trying new things indeed. Anyway, allow me to take these platters to the kitchen. <img src="Raphael.png" height="100" width="100"> Great. See you around, Ferdinand. You gather up the used dinnerware and bring it to the kitchen, to the Head Chef's relief.(set:$talkRaphael to 1) [[Back.|Dining Hall]]

Hmm. Is this the best use of your time? Look around to see if there's anything else for you to do. [[Back.||Dining Hall]]

You scurry around the entire mess hall, picking up dishes here and there, piling them to height that balances efficiency and imminent danger. Your thoughts flew to the hands that prepare all the food for Garreg Mach. What an absolute chore - no wonder the food is often tasteless compared to the personal chefs the Aegirs had in their estate. With good ingredients and flavorings stretched thin, only nutrition seems to be on the forefront of the cooking staff. You must thank them profusely for keeping it up one day.(set: $dishes to 1) [[Done.|Dining Hall]]

One of the handerkerchiefs you have brought to Garreg Mach. It's pure white, spun from fine cotton. In one corner, there is delightful embroidery of the Aegir emblem, featuring the Crest of Cichol. (link: "Take handkerchief.")[(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Aegir handkerchief"))] [[Back.| Ferdinand's Room]]

The recipes in this book will sirely awaken the nostalgia for Enbarr. (link: "Take Most Beloved Confectionaries.")[(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Adrestia's Most Beloved Confectionaries"))(set: $adrestia to true)] [[Back.|Library]]

Fhirdiad isn't well known for their sweet treats, but there could be something unique found within these pages. (link: "Take Treats of the Wilderness.")[(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Faerghus : Treats of the Wilderness"))(set: $faerghus to true)] [[Back.|Library]]

Derdriu-style food was always popular in the Dining Hall, so you wonder if this is something that would interest Dorothea, too. (link: "Take Peace and Pastries.")[(set: $inv to $inv + (a:"Peace and Pastries: A Guide to Leicester's Teatime Parties"))(set: $leicester to true)] [[Back.|Library]]

<img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Ah, no, silly! It's alright. Don't go poking your nose in other's business! She laughs heartily. You thank her for the opportunity to use the kitchen and she wishes you luck.(set:$talkChef to 2)(set: $kitchen to true) [[Back.|Dining Hall]]

<img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Oh, how embarassing. Yes, my husband is the farmer. He adores the treats I make for him. In fact, here's the recipe I use. Would you like to have it? [[Take recipe.]]

(set:$inv to $inv + (a: "Head Chef's Recipe"))(set: $recipe to true)You look at the neat scrawl across the old paper. You can't help but note little cartoon hearts on the margins. It's a simple enough recipe - and the Head Chef assures you any special ingredients would be available in the nearby pantry. <img src="HeadChef.jpg" height="100" width="100"> Good luck with your mission, young man. She has a wistful smile on her face, and you realize it's little tease. You are ready to deny any romantic insinuations for what you want to do, but the heat that crawled from your neck to your face would be very hard to explain. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I, er... yes... thank you... You'll have to walk off the embarassment.(set:$talkChef to 2)(set: $kitchen to true) [[Back.|Dining Hall]]

(set: $recipeChoice to 1) Surely nostalgia will be a great selling point for your sweet masterpieces? Some of the recipes in the book remind you of the treats you would enjoy on the finest shopping street of Enbarr. How can you make anything up to par with those elite masters? Forget it, that's not the goal here. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> I have made a fine choice! You remove your ascot and jacket. You peel off your gloves, roll up your sleeves, reciting the steps of the recipe you chose while you wash your hands thoroughly. Eggs, flour, sugar, plus other implements that the recipe called for. It should be simple enough, right? Before you know it, you've gone through a couple of batches that didn't quite make the cut. You also managed to burn yourself on a hot tray. Fool! Oh well. Let's move forward. You don't know why, but you are moved to make the batch perfect. These need to be worthy of Dorothea's attention! You work even harder, measuring everything like a reason calculation. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> This is much harder than I thought. Sure enough, as you pull open the door to the oven and pray to the Goddess herself, a lovely smell wafts from the tray. You have made a beautiful batch of treats! [[All done!|Decorating - Container]]

(set: $recipeChoice to 2)Judging by this recipe, the Faerghans don't seem to have much a culinary culture outside of meat, cheese, and ale. The berries and herbs in the ingredients tell you that sweets must be hard to come by, and they made do with what they had. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> I have made a fine choice! You remove your ascot and jacket. You peel off your gloves, roll up your sleeves, reciting the steps of the recipe you chose while you wash your hands thoroughly. Eggs, flour, sugar, plus other implements that the recipe called for. It should be simple enough, right? Before you know it, you've gone through a couple of batches that didn't quite make the cut. You also managed to burn yourself on a hot tray. Fool! Oh well. Let's move forward. You don't know why, but you are moved to make the batch perfect. These need to be worthy of Dorothea's attention! You work even harder, measuring everything like a reason calculation. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> This is much harder than I thought. Sure enough, as you pull open the door to the oven and pray to the Goddess herself, a lovely smell wafts from the tray. You have made a beautiful batch of treats! [[All done!|Decorating - Container]]

(set: $recipeChoice to 3)Leicester's tea parties are legendary in the world of political negotiations. You haven't had the chance to spend time in Dierdru, but some of the stories your father had made you want to visit sometime. Perhaps in the future, when you have ascended to your fated role? <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> I have made a fine choice! You remove your ascot and jacket. You peel off your gloves, roll up your sleeves, reciting the steps of the recipe you chose while you wash your hands thoroughly. Eggs, flour, sugar, plus other implements that the recipe called for. It should be simple enough, right? Before you know it, you've gone through a couple of batches that didn't quite make the cut. You also managed to burn yourself on a hot tray. Fool! Oh well. Let's move forward. You don't know why, but you are moved to make the batch perfect. These need to be worthy of Dorothea's attention! You work even harder, measuring everything like a reason calculation. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> This is much harder than I thought. Sure enough, as you pull open the door to the oven and pray to the Goddess herself, a lovely smell wafts from the tray. You have made a beautiful batch of treats! [[All done!|Decorating - Container]]

(set: $recipeChoice to 4)There's something special about this recipe, you can feel it. You study the weathered paper and the sweet note on the back - from the farmer to his wife, the head chef. How meaningful and beautiful. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> I have made a fine choice! You remove your ascot and jacket. You peel off your gloves, roll up your sleeves, reciting the steps of the recipe you chose while you wash your hands thoroughly. Eggs, flour, sugar, plus other implements that the recipe called for. It should be simple enough, right? Before you know it, you've gone through a couple of batches that didn't quite make the cut. You also managed to burn yourself on a hot tray. Fool! Oh well. Let's move forward. You don't know why, but you are moved to make the batch perfect. These need to be worthy of Dorothea's attention! You work even harder, measuring everything like a reason calculation. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> This is much harder than I thought. Sure enough, as you pull open the door to the oven and pray to the Goddess herself, a lovely smell wafts from the tray. You have made a beautiful batch of treats! [[All done!|Decorating - Container]]

Finally, a batch that came out right. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, thank the Goddess! I did it! You find a muslin cloth, which will work for creating a small bag. (if: $inv contains "Aegir handkerchief")[ You look at the treats that are lined up in a tray, and you think about how you will present everything to Dorothea. You remember that you took one of your embroidered handkerchiefs from your room. You pull it out and find it nice and clean. You stack the treats inside, and tie the ends together in a pretty ribbon.](if: $takeFlower is true)[ Something's missing... you pull out the flower that you recieved from Ashe. (if: $inv contains "Daisy")[The dainty flower's petals are a pure white. According to Dedue, daisies signify innocence, purity, and new beginnings.](if: $inv contains "Bergamot")[Its fuschia petals almost look like thorns. According to Dedue, the gift of bergamot wishes prosperity and protection. You can also use its petals and leaves as tea.](if: $inv contains "Carnation")[The dainty flower's petals are a raging red, yet so delicate. According to Dedue, carnations mean love and admiration.] You slip the flower in your package's knot. It looks beautiful.] You look at the little package before you, and simultaneous feelings of pride and exhaustion wash over you. It took a while to whip up something that might soften Dorothea's deameanor towards you, and you surprised yourself along the way. The ordeal is done. But there's something left to do - the clean-up! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Time to deal with this mess. You let out a long sigh. You need to repay the Head Chef your kindness by keeping everything spic-and-span. [[Let's get to work...|Kitchen]]

According to Dedue, daisies signify innocence, purity, and new beginnings. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

According to Dedue, carnations mean love and admiration. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

According to Dedue, the gift of bergamot wishes prosperity and protection. You can also use its petals and leaves as tea. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

The recipes in this book will sirely awaken the nostalgia for Enbarr. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

Derdriu-style food was always popular in the Dining Hall, so you wonder if this is something that would interest Dorothea, too. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

Fhirdiad isn't well known for their sweet treats, but there could be something unique found within these pages. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

A recipe born of years of love. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

A bag of flour, received from a farmer by aiding him at a task. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

a bag of sugar, received from a merchant for helping him move his wares. [[Back to inventory.|Ferdinand's Inventory]]

She delicately sniffs the air around the kitchen. <img src="DoroHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> (if: $recipeChoice is 1)[This scent...It reminds me of my weekends off from the opera as a child.](if: $recipeChoice is 2)[This scent...How unique! Have you been baking something quite earthy?](if: $recipeChoice is 3)[This scent is quite elegant. I've heard that food has had its political use. Is that what's going on here?](if: $recipeChoice is 4)[How quaint! It reminds me of the Festival of Love back home, where all the couples would flood the promenade!] Her gaze moves from where the baking materials have been stowed away for cleaning, to the spare treats on the tray and a neat little bag pedestaled on the table for finished foods. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> You... did all this, Ferdie? <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Yes! It was quite an adventure to get where I am. Please, take this bag of treats. It is for you! She leans down to inspect the bag.(if: $inv contains "Aegir handkerchief")[She thumbs the embroidered Cichol emblem on the handkerchief used to hold the treats together. She looks quite impressed, if you do say so yourself.](if: $inv contains "daisy")[Next, she eyes the daisy. <img src="DoroHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> You seem to be asking for my forgiveness, huh? <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Forgiveness for any slight I may have done, and for knowledge - the elusive mystery of the bee! <img src="DoroHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, Ferdie. You are so earnest. Maybe a little too earnest.](if: $inv contains "bergamot")[Next, she eyes the daisy. <img src="DoroHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> A gift expected from a tea fanatic. I do appreciate bergamot. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Yes, we could have tea together with these treats, too. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Hmmm.. that's quite the idea.](if: $inv contains "carnation")[Next, she eyes the carnation. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> ... She says nothing, but her cheeks are a little pink. <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, dear... is something wrong, Dorothea? <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Nothing! (Just a little forward, is all...) <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I don't think I understand... <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Never mind, Ferdie.] She looks over the treats as well. She looks tempted to reach out and take one, but she seemed to resist. Overall, her softened countenance tells you she is impressed. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Don't be shy - please feel free to try one! I hope it is up to par with your standards. As you lift your hand to usher her towards your work of art, your wound from earlier comes in clear view. <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Ferdie - you're hurt! She eyes the burn on your hand, exposed to the light. Rats! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I... please pay it no mind, Dorothea... <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Nonsense! That burn will scar, you know. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary. She gingerly takes your other, unharmed hand in hers. Her skin is very soft and warm... You remember something else soft and warm... your freshly baked goods! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Wait! Dorothea! You have yet to try my treats... [[Let yourself be led to the infirmary...|Infirmary]]

Dorothea fusses over cooling your burn with some wind magic and applying a salve and gauze on the spot. She is a lot more caring than she lets on. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Hold still... there you go. As she finishes, her gaze turns from the burn to you. Dorothea's brows are furrowed and it breaks your heart a little to see her worried like this. <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> Is there anything else you need? <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I appreciate your attention to my wound, but it would make me happier still if you got a chance to try what I baked for you... Dorothea turns red in the face. She speaks at the floor. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Don't worry Ferdie, after you're all fixed up here, I'll go straight to the kitchen and get my gift. <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> Oh, thank goodness. I... I hope you enjoy them, Dorothea. She looks ready to leave the room, but she stops. She looks up at you with a shy smile on her face. <img src="DoroHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> I'll tell you what I think of them. Count on that. Thank you, Ferdie, you shouldn't have, but... thank you all the same. A smirk returns to her face. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> As it were, I may have reconsidered you a little. A spark of hope! <img src="FerdieHappy.png" height="100" width="100"> You have reconsidered me? Finally! Just as I had hoped, we are becoming friends. Now then, I propose that we - <img src="DoroSad.png" height="100" width="100"> I only said I reconsidered a little. And you still haven't figured out why I said you're like a bee. Oh. <img src="Doro.png" height="100" width="100"> Which is funny, because you look like a bee right now. Bye! <img src="FerdieSad.png" height="100" width="100"> So, I am still a bee. [[A completely mystified bee...|Smile]]