Zelda laughed softly. "Yes, my mother taught me before she passed away. She would tell me that it didn't matter how the cookie turned out, as long as there was love and light in it. She said that when she tasted it she could feel all of that brimming inside of her. If you can imagine when I first started baking I was awful but over time I got better."

She paused for a moment smiling fondly at the memory.

"It took a little while for me to get the hang of it honestly. I had a lot to do: music lessons, arithmetic, harvest and things like that." She had to prepare since her father was head of the village and so he had been teaching her different skills from a young age.

"Baking was sort of my way to have fun." Which probably sounded weird.