The next day Manannan simply grunted at Gwydion for breakfast before disappearing into the tower, without assigning a single chore. Gwydion was at a bit of a loss. What was he meant to do now? Maybe he could get a start on dinner by cooking something like a pie, so if the wizard checked on him Gwydion would be working. Before doing so, Gwydion checked in the study for any books which might help. Lucky the studies bookshelves were filled with books on every subject; the wizard fancied himself to be quite a scholar.
It took some time, and a few distractions (by 'Talons of Love, a Harpy story' and 'Fairies, Fae, and Fiends') before he found 'The good wife', which was a guide for all sorts of things, such as dinner settings and how to dress when meeting royalty and greeting a good witch or a evil witch, but did have a section on cooking and recipes which used fire places and open flames, which is just what he needed. Gwydion wondered in Master would miss the book if he took it into the kitchen, and decided it should be fine.
When he returned to the kitchen he patted the cat, curled up asleep on the mantle, getting a soft meow and a long drawn out purr in response. Gwydion spent the rest of the day experimenting with baking pies and cakes. And eating the results. He even started to collect some of the empty tiny bottles and jars from the kitchen, after the spice was finished. That night, when he removed the bandages on his back, he was happy to see the open sours were now completely healed. He had always healed fast, but he thought maybe being in Sierra helped even more. He would need to wash and boil the bandages, ready for the next use as a just in case.
It was good day.