[ Expression clouded by recollection, Zelda smiles wider. Her hand rises to pluck the fork from the table, claiming one of the cakes for herself, before she says, with a laugh, ]

Other islands had it, and exporting it could be quite a journey. Skyloft had a lot, but there was still need for trade, you see. But more importantly, Father always told me I never needed it.

[ Hmm, but... ]

Most of his colleague had a taste for it. They were all scholars. That's enough to guess you're one. Would I be right?