"Make sure no sediment or lumpy things get in the water. Most bad stuff boils away, but never those.. And it's not cursed water, so yay!" Some of the pond and lake Faeries he knows are quite fond of cursing those who take their water. But, he seemed to be the only Faerie around.  Besides, even if one inhabited that pool, they probably wouldn't have any mojo, like the rest of them.<br/><br/>The food was all brought out by others, and Cael still found himself lamenting his magic-less-ness. He watched, and he waited, and then he started to investigate.  Zip, zap! Flitter-flutter! Here and there, everywhere! The little ball of light zoomed with alacrity, moving so fast for such a small thing, that one might find it difficult to understand how he can even be investigating anything.  The answer, though, was simple: experience and training.<br/><br/>Eventually, he finds a bowl, which he would indicate the presence of to the one who was helping him cook. "Handful of flour! Handful of water!" Search, search, search; squeal! "Berries, berries, berries. Crush the berries! Handful of berries!" He poked, prodded, and jabbed at a small pouch that, sure enough, contained a modest portion of dried berries. It looked like blue and black berries, which were certainly safe for consumption. As far as his indication of measurements, he basically said to use equal parts of everything.  They did seem to have a white powder on them, though, which could be a result of the drying process. Or...<br/><br/>He sneezed. And then, he sneezed again! "Mold? What's that?" The Faerie took one of the dried berries, and licked the white stuff on it. Then, he sneezed again, and the berry dropped and went rolling away. "Ah! Wild yeast, wild yeast," He repeated, a lilting quality to his voice. "That makes dough get big. I want my get-big magic back. Yeast doesn't make me get big," He lamented.<br/><br/>"Cael," pronounced like the word 'sail'. The reminder, given to the kobold, lacks the usual mirth the Faerie man seemed to have. Apparently, Sprinkles was not going to cut it. Faeries were a finicky lot, you see. But then, the glittery one was back to scouring through the goodies, and eventually emerges with small satchets of spices. It seemed like dry, powdered garlic, salt, pepper, and a variety of dried green aromatic herbs; probably things like basil, dill, parsley, oregano, thyme, and so on.<br/><br/>Cael decides to do the spicing himself, which is a bit heavier on the greens, but which would have just enough pepper for a touch of... not even heat, but let's call it warmth. And the garlic taste would be subtle; definitely there, but an undertone, rather than an overtone.