"Maybe. But honey...in a sweet would work far better then bay leaves or rosemary." She said it slowly, just so he knows what she's talking about. They're not making bread Myr! They're making cakes.

She huffed gently, brushing her fingers against his cheek. "It's fine to miss him. That's normal, feeling homesick, especially with all the changes we've had. However."

She made to take his hand, and squeezed it. "It's not an excuse to insult yourself. Yes, of course you're going to compare yourself to others, but that's not an excuse. Understood?"