There is something odd about the sun today. It's like a flickering fire. Similar to the one you saw in your dream last night. But that's a minor inconvenience - you are just enjoying the tranquility of the day. When you are older, and your sister is grown, you and her will inherit this home, and what to do with it will be up to the two of you. Maybe you will turn it into tavern or an inn, serving adventurers who stop by your small town on the way to or from Neverwinter - adventurers like your sister! Or maybe not - you have everything you need here already, more or less.
You can see a look of concern in your sister's face as you walk with her through the grove. You feel a little bit annoyed. You know that you are feeling perfectly fine, so it's frustrating that you are apparently giving off the wrong impression. Is there something on your face? You wipe the tears away. "I-" you begin, "I'd love to spend more time with you," you say. You are just barely choking out the words now. You aren't sure what's wrong with you. It's a perfectly fine moment.
She stops and kneels down. "You really don't look to well," she says. "Are you sure everything is alright?" Of course everything is alright - you feel as happy as you have ever been! She grabs your shoulders and shakes them, and there are tears streaming down your face, but you can't stop it. But that doesn't mean anything...
The world slowly comes crashing back. You are in the Vistani camp, kneeling in front of the ashes of the fire. Ireena, looking on you with concern, is shaking your shoulders violently. A warm afterglow in your stomach is all that remains of the pastry's effects. There are sores on your hands, apparently from kneeling here in front of the fire for... you don't know how long. The Vistani are all in their tents, and the fire has gone out, just flickering embers. The sun is low in the sky, but visible - maybe about five in the morning.
"I'm fine," you tell her. You really are crying, though. You wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your tunic. You stumble over to your tent, repeating yourself to Ireena a couple times for good measure, and you look down at your bedroll. The pastry is there, half finished.
You pick up the pastry, and though you are exausted, you clamber outside. You stand in front of the massive lake, looking out at the earliest reflection of the dull sunrise.
Suggestions:
>Throw the pastry into the lake.>Keep the pastry. Store it safely.>Cast a spell or use an item (list: https://pastebin.com/chuTtwgW)>Other (specify) 