Link takes the roll, and bites into it. Does it help? He's not sure; though his eyes aren't watering like a river anymore, so maybe it is.

Then, he looks over to the flower pressings. The Silent Princesses.

"...The flowers keep longer," he says, his voice still hoarse from the chilli. Truth was, he couldn't really say he liked flower pressing specifically. He'd just wanted a way to preserve the flowers. And even though he had people now who could help grow new ones for him - who could help keep the vase on his table always full - he hadn't when he'd first arrived.