Baklava

You carefully roll thin the dough, crush the quick growing seeds, then put a bottle of fresh honey from a campfire-smoked beehive onto the alter top.

“Well, does that fit your appetite? Oh, this time truly moved to tears I guess…”
“To be honest, if can’t make your chefs stop brainstorming, why don’t you try cooking by yourself?”
“Local you make local meal, sounds way better than command your smatter chefs anyway. If not, you may try asking The Profane to teach you, they seem good temper.”
“I’m kinda curious, dear Vizier. What’s your hometown like? From your cookbook I tasted out wide, boundless and hot, very different from the dark forest.”

“Do you return hometown, frequently? Or never? Anyway, wish you can enjoy authentic hometown feast soon.”
“Until we meet again—wait wait wait the Ruby! OK, see ya!”