Rich nodded he acknowledgement of Cassi's thanks. The folding of the silver foil was based on Japanese origami, making paper-thin silver foil from a single coin a trick he'd learned from a German silversmith, the perpetual scent spell he'd picked up from a Healer in Vienna who used it to freshen up sick rooms. The rose scent enchantment itself was Dutch. None of which Cassiopeia needed to know; let her think it was something he bought somewhere. "You're quite welcome. Just a little something I picked up during my travels."
"One of the shippers I used all the time to move goods. He is Turkish, his grandmother from the Caucasus. She is the one that taught me how to properly make the dough. She also showed me that if you use just a honey binder on the filling, like they do with the Mediterranean recipe, in a cold country it all hardens into something like granite. You have to thin the binder a little with a sweet rosewater, and add a touch of cardamom to balance the flavors. After that, good baklava is just a matter of patience to fold the dough enough times and chop all the nuts to the proper fineness."