[ It's a carefree sort of happiness she's experiencing, an event with him and then some time together like this... she's not sure they'd ever be afforded this back home. It's sharing a living space with him and a more clear realization of their relationship. It's something she hadn't even known she'd wanted so badly until now. To spend time with him was one thing, but the intimacy of sharing her life with him like this was so vastly different. It wasn't like when she'd only just arrived in... this world. It wasn't like traveling with him or being mentored. This was entirely separate, even if some of the feelings twisted together like watercolor paint bleeding on porous paper. ]

It seems to be popular to do that, to cook or make drinks with feelings put into them. I can't complain if it means avoiding a hangover. [ She can sense there's some distaste for it and makes a note for something more dry next time, although for some reason she really pinned him as someone that would enjoy things on the sweeter side. ] Ah, I imagine your evening might have been a little nicer if you hadn't. I do wish your time had been better, but I hope the experience overall had been worthwhile?

[ But the addition has her smile wider over the rim of the glass while she sips from it. ]