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This cold weather! I cannot imagine the agony I would be in were my body as old as it had been when I first passed.

Far from important, however. I had wondered if I might trouble some of the baking and cooking experts on this ship for a favor. I'm coming to find that my terrible old sweet tooth has been reawakened, and I can hardly shop for bon bons in a place such as this, can I? I have little I can repay you with but it would warm this old libertine's heart considerably to have real chocolate pastilles again.

[Private to Pyro]

You, young man, are going to need to learn to pick your battles a mite more carefully.