"Most of the people here are dull, and the rest hate each other. I'm not sure how you're going to pull that off."

"Hard work and talent, the same way I accomplish all my other miracles."

"Try not to let your big dreams fill up the entire town; people are trying to live here."

"It's a nice thought, Stiles, and if anyone can do it, I'd bet on her." 

"Don't worry," she says, "I don't intend to let my whimsical dreams cause real problems. But thank you, Scott. It's good to be appreciated for the tiny force of nature I am."

"So, serious question: did your aunt pick this place because she knew the story? They just figured out who did it, so picking now to move in is kind of...provocative."

"Serious answer, I do think the coincidence appealed to her sense of humour, but the main draw of the house was how out-of-the-way it is. It's a comfort thing for her - discourages people just showing up out of the blue. Nobody but family gets to see Ghyslaine Royer or her house looking any less than their best. We all have our quirks and I think this one's pretty harmless."

"So it's not some kind of statement, just a quirk." 

"Yeah."

And the truffles are done! 

Stiles is very excited by the prospect of eating them, but will deign to share them with their classmates tomorrow. 

"They look great. What should we make next time?"

"I was originally thinking cupcakes but they're kind of bulky. On the other hand, now there's two of us, and you have more cupcake carrying capacity than I do. Think we can bring enough for everyone if we try hard and believe in ourselves?"

"That's his only skill."

"Sure, cupcakes sound good. Should we make this a weekly thing?"

"Weekly cooking lessons! It's a deal."

And Solvei's house is empty of Cooking Friend and Paranoid Friend. 

She tidies up after the truffle escapade. It's important to keep a clean house. Nothing less than the best for Aunt Ghys.

The next day, she brings the entire truffle selection to school.

Is she just carrying it around to her classes? 

The teachers might have something to say about that. 

No, no. The truffles stay neatly packed up in her locker until lunchtime.

Some people are here to learn!

Some might be here for the truffles. 

Stiles does not interrupt math to demand one, though he glances her way occasionally.

A truffle appears on his desk. Solvei is very short and sitting two seats away and couldn't possibly have reached this far without getting out of her seat and coming over, and you'd think someone would've noticed her doing that, and yet: truffle.

Solvei is a goddess who leaves no prayer unanswered and also a spy from the cold, frozen wasteland that she called home.

But he'll definitely eat the truffle. No way she snuck any poison in while he was supervising.

And after they've had enough differentiating for one day, Stiles runs into her in the hall.

"Just wanted to thank you for the gift. How many 'natural talents' do you come installed with?"

"Plenty," she says. "But it's skill, not talent. What happens is, I hear about something cool, and I think to myself, 'there are people in this world who can do that and I'm not one of them. Intolerable!' and then I learn how to make candy or pick locks or play the cello, and I've been doing it since I was eight, so they all start to pile up."

"Sounds like a good habit to have. I hope Beacon Hills gives you a lot of skills to pick up."

And next she has English.