Chrom was officially worried. He'd always known recipes to come from cookbooks, not tomes. He might have to warn Morgan and Pyrrha about this, but. For now, he'd put his trust in the tactician and hope that 'baking' wasn't literal.

It'd be a while until she emerged from her research in either case, so he'd best set out on his errands now. He tugged on his gloves, picked up his moneypurse, and set out to town.