Yorda ducked her head with a blush, happy that her new friends had liked what she'd made for them. She nibbled on a cupcake carefully, trying to not get frosting on her face. It was a bit of an uphill battle, though, especially as the princess was also listening to the others talk. Speaking of the shops, she wondered just how Mao had managed to procure all the ingredients Yorda needed to cook without any trouble. She would have to ask him about it sometime.

"Yes," she agreed. "I will lead you to my room." As spooky as the old building might seem to some, it was quite comfortable, and Yorda had grown fond of the quiet that could be found - even if she did sometimes miss the noise in Urd's dwelling.