Blinking the sun out of her eyes, she quickly goes through and inspects the 'trade goods' their money had bought; time after time, she sees items familiar enough to draw her lips into a thin line, and shoot Gunthar some somewhat irritated scowls. "And what's in the honeypot- cooking supplies? Gods know the rest of this is enough to cook, dress, and flavor-" she puts her hand to her face in mock surprise "-why, as much meat as an entire party of wandering adventurers! So, the blackscales have decided plain meat's not good enough for them anymore, eh? Gotta get more exotic?" After a snort, she adds, "Besides, everyone knows elves are best with basil."