Sylvia was glad to see that Pylia was able to get the Granny Smith apples without much confusion. She managed to get into a rhythm with her friends. When Shortfang suggested four hundred apples, Sylvia agreed. As she was busy, keeping an eye on the caramel to not let it burn, she let Shortfang pay all of the fifty gold. She can pay him back later. Soon enough, the apples were ready and they were all in the bag of holding. She helped clean up the kitchen just as the orc chef came back. She smiled a bit at his question, though she did feel a little embarrassed at the fact that she didn't realize that peasants didn't exactly eat sugar like the people back home did. She answered the orc chef as she continued to clean up, "My grandma taught me how to cook. She had a lot of recipes, but she always loved cooking desserts," 

As she answered his question, she had faced away from him and her friends, hoping that they wouldn't see the sadness behind her smile as she spoke about her briefly. It hurt...to talk about her. It hurt to even think about...

She realized that her hand had stopped scrubbing for a moment, and she focused back on the task as she clarified for the orc to clear any suspicion, "My family and I from far away. Sugar's readily available there, so desserts are not a problem, even for peasants,"