It was quite common to his race, the ingredient one used for consistency. It replaced what most persons used eggs for the same purpose. Chickens and other fowl besides hawks and falcons were quite uncommon for the fair woodland races as the propensity for foxes and other such crafty creatures taking them was far too high. It was a common plant found in any woodland environment, but considered quite useless by the human races. In fact, it was considered quite a nuisance to anyone who did not make their homes in the woods. It had a heavy green aroma, but didn't change the flavor of flour products much as very little was required. It was therefore not the first thing that would come to mind when asked such a question which Maggie had presented.<br/>"Ven, of course, there's not really a number that the Queen has ask of me; though, I'm sure the cake will be more than enough, so the pies will likely be handed about anyways." Being rather confused about her inquiry about ingredients, he simply replied, "I added nothing more than the common spices in the kitchen, ground bark of cinnamon, ground seed of nutmeg, powdered beet root, and the fruit ye got for me." He was rather curious about the crafts she might be having made, and had always sensed her abilities with magic. He supposed that was the reason his family had always felt kinship with her. Her last statements were lost to his understanding, but supposed that they must have had some sort of significance to the day. He began preparing the frosting for the cake, using some goats milk he had brought with him in a flagon along with some powdered corn, powdered beet root and wine sediments. He used the whisk and fluffed it up to a fine paste before smoothing most of it onto the cake. he then added some coloring herbs to the remaining paste and used the decorative tools to add some embelishments. As he prepared to carry it, he asked, "Mind catching the doors to the dining hall?"<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Rosecake1.jpg)