"Chemia, if you like," he laughed. "Cooking is just a way of mixing substances. It's studied at the college and when you add magic it's known as alchemy. Someone did once create magical cakes at the college. The fallout was...spectacular." Gerrard had been a much more lighthearted youth back then. He had not been the perpetrator but a fellow conspirator who had avoided the after effects of the treats. That was back before he had found his calling. Even then he had been driven, but the world was different when you were a noble's first born who had gained entry to the College of Elbion. Anything had seemed possible. "Would you like a cake?" he asked, letting her walk at her own pace. He had always known he was meant for better things. It had been instilled from a very young age. It was difficult to see this through her eyes, where the village had been the limits of her aspirations.