“I’ve never been here either,” Zephyr admitted. “I’ve travelled to the source of culturally distinct food, but I’ve stayed away from the Alleycity because the food often takes aspects from so many different cultures it’s almost unrecognizable.” She blushed. “Of course, you probably don’t care about that.”
Zephyr smiled. “That’s very kind of you. So... I heard you guys were the best bakers around. Some claim the DA is, but anyone who’s had one doesn’t have a soul, so I’m inclined to doubt their opinion. Mind if I have a sample of TUBA’s handiwork? Chocolate chip, maybe?”
“Um... little girl?” Zephyr repeated. “I’m legally an adult. Otherwise though, yes, I’d like to join your guild. My name is Zephyr, and I’m a certified chef, trained in Scadrial, Rosharian, Sellish, and some Earthen cuisine.”
I honestly haven't given it much thought, as I'm pretty sure I'd get it wrong. I'm really good at calling plot twists with other authors, but I rarely see Brandon Sanderson's coming.