I can't imagine anything sold to Sylvaranti are of genuine quality.

[His voice is still raw, and he doesn't quite look up enough to look Yuan in the face; but his head isn't entirely bowed, either. He extends the honey-cake again.]

This may be ... the nearest way to show you Vanaheim as it was.

[Of gifts freely given, warriors who risked their lives honoured, of sweet pastries and fierce, defiantly patriotic pride. A lump blocks his throat again.]