In the pre-dawn still room, the sound of turning pages carries strangely far. I'm collecting the price of my recipe being copied, in the form of someone else's recipe.

• Father GuglielmoYour name isn't in the monastery ledger. Only a record that the door opened twice before dawn.
  Bianca del MonteThe name will be in confession, I imagine. You only need decide which side of the scale to set it on, Father.
• ConcettaWhatever you copy with a trembling hand never measures right the next day. I'll check it again in the morning.
  Bianca del MonteI've already corrected it twice. I left the third for you, Grandma.