Hey, have you ever wondered if there was a legendary cookie the medieval knights chased after, like a sweet reward hidden in a castle's pantry?

Aye, I can picture it—those brave knights, parchment in hand, following a trail of crumbs across stone floors, each bite a clue to the next riddle. I’d imagine the castle walls creaking as they solved the puzzle, and at the end, the great hall turning into a fragrant bakery, the sweet scent of victory filling the air. The cookie might have been a relic, a treat for those who could read the old riddles, a reminder that even in war, a simple, humble pleasure could bind a people together. It would have been more than a cookie; it would be a symbol of hope, and I suppose, a bit of magic.