He shouldn't be allowing this to happen.

Mizrak bites into the pastry, finding it delicious as usual. But he knows the truth.

It's blessed by ancient magic. It's why it tastes so good, it's why the treats you make for Machecoul are so popular to all who come by. He should let the Abbot know of your existence, expose you for the forbidden magic you use. But he can't, because he loves you too deeply.

"It is good," Mizrak speaks honestly, he cannot lie to you. "I do not regret coming by."