"What sorts of things do you give?" Elora asks, more curious than anything else. Maybe she should, but she can't bring herself to find it off-putting. For one, baking and cooking are just about the only things in the world — this one, her own one, any of them — that make sense. That's been even truer since finding out who she really is, a person she still doesn't feel like, a considerable amount of the time.

If anything, though, that's all the more reason for her not to be particularly fazed by what he says about this being some sort of exchange. She can handle herself. That much, she thinks she's pretty effectively proven.

"I mean, for what it's worth, I can definitely keep the baked goods coming. I was kinda known for my muffins back home." That, of course, and the whole Chosen One, saving the world, uniting the realms thing. The juxtaposition of the two makes her crack a smile, amused.