There was a soft, prideful (yes, prideful, certainly not without a side of relief) huff to accompany the smile at Liliana's answer, and his glass was set down again so that hand could be better utilized by drifting over to the her on his chest. "Well," he began, "they're a well-known dessert in an area of our world called Tenebrae, and Noctis, in his youth, spent a spell there while recovering from an injury. Naturally, as an eight year old already developing an abysmally picky palate, the little treats became a quick favorite of his, only to lead to a devastating realization, once he returned to Insomnia, that they were actually entirely unique to Tenebrae and hardly anyone in Lucis had ever even heard of them, much less knew how to make them. Eventually, as I started to....very reluctantly, mind you; ensuring proper nutrition in Noct was a challenge I was actually not looking forward to tackling....take on the duties of cooking for our young prince, and he would constant bemoan and be wistful over this elusive sweet of his past, I saw in it a challenge I could actually see myself pursuing. From there, I set out to put together this puzzle of a pastry, and, after several years of trial and error, adjustments and reconsiderations and experimentations....I finally mastered it."

Here, he paused, taking a moment to relive that moment privately before letting it be shared.

"And the look on his face when he took that first bite....changed everything, and I saw for the first time that food could be so much more than just nourishment for the body, but for the soul as well."