No, I come from somewhere warmer than that. I lost many a day to my studies, though, so I learned to make something like this to keep myself fed.

[His lips twitch into a quick smile at the owl's antics, though he's no time to study the bird as closely as he'd like. A plump little specimen, though not any breed of owl he recognizes.]

That could be it. Well, the bakers have it figured out, so we'll have to keep relying on them.

[Hector's more than willing to accept that solution. The important thing is keeping the household fed, not where the food comes from.]