[ Revitalize her family's name, Mako hears, and replace the curse and the suffering with something good and sweet and nourishing.

The idea makes him ache a little. For Lysithea, maybe, and all that she thought she couldn't have, for himself and all the dreams he'd shoved away when the world fell apart. He'd wanted to take over his parents' shop one day, have something of his own the way his father talked about.

Mako hasn't thought about that dream in a long time. He swallows, looking briefly away, trying to hide the rush of feeling he can't explain. Homesickness, maybe? ]

Now you do. And, honestly, that doesn't sound like it was a stupid idea. I, uh... there's something to stability and making something instead of fighting and war.

It's nice. It makes sense. Your parents like baking, too?