FLAMING GANON
"Hold it," Jadooru interrupted with a raised hand, trying not to laugh. "A Flaming Ganon?"
"Well, yeah," he shrugged. "Because it is made by me--Ganon--and it tasted a lot better after I set it on fire. I don't know the scientific explanation, but FIRE MADE IT GOOD. See? 'Flaming Ganon.' Get it?"
"Oh, of course, I understand. It's just that...let's just say it doesn't give such a good impression of you, or the pie. Why not call it something else? Perhaps something that says a little about the taste?"
"Yes," continued the guard to Jadooru's left. "Why, you could say something about the aftertaste."
Ganon cut his eyes at her. "Aftertaste?!"
"Yeah. I don't know about the rest of you, but when I was eating, I could taste the Cuccoo, the fish, the nuts and berries and what have you, but when I had finished eating and was just letting it all settle in my belly, I realized a strange, new flavour on my tongue. Sweet, tangy...and there's something I can't quite put my finger on..."
"...Yes..." Ganon said suspiciously, then quickly changed his demeanor. "Very well, then. In light of the sweet taste and
the race of its creator, I'll call it...
SWEET GERUDO PIE
Hey, you're right! That sounds much better."
