<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/9e/9c/769e9cac4a0900cbe7088b6ca20c8fcc.jpg?b=t)</div><br/>Allia glanced up from studying the mystery wine at Quarion's admittance to spicing up the freshness of the cookie with a bit of his magic. "OH! What a clever use that is! Sort of like a...prestadigitory effect? I wonder if I could imitate that to freshen up my lunches when I forget to take breaks at works..." she half murmured to herself, scribbling some notes down on the idea in her personal magic note-book. The former journal almost looked like it could qualify as a mage tome of its own at this point, filled with many notes and theories and reminders on the various natures of spells and schools of arcana. She perked up at the exciting offer of scenting her earings, her hand trailed up to them thoughtfully at the suggestions. What a novel idea. Like a perfume of sorts.  She wasn't overly into such forms of self indulgent things if she was honest, but she'd rather enjoy watching Quarion do more of his magic for its own sake. So what sort of scent should she ask for...<br/><br/>As her mind pondered that her attention was naturally drawn over to the singing Onette. She wasn't exactly paying attention to the words, so much as she was studying how happy her friend looked to be out here and on an adventure. The thought of a proper scent struck her then. "Could...could you do a mix of apple and cinnamon?"<em>Like the pie she always calls me</em>her thoughts finished.<br/><br/>It was shortly after that thought that the actual lyrics of the song became apparent, as well as the playful direction of her delivery of that last line. The silver-haired halfling's face swiftly went pink from shock and embarrassment. "Oh, Really now Onette? Why must you use your beautiful voice to sings such crass songs!" she called her friend. Though her tone was indignant, Onette would know she wasn't all that serious. It was clear the halfling was just embarrassed by the nature of the song and that line being directed at her. Especially when she had just been having such an intimate thought about wanting her friend to enjoy how she smelt.<br/><br/>She glanced back down, her face still flushed, weather from the song or the apple pie thoughts she couldn't say and added to Onette's thoughts. "A gift given is a gift given. I wouldn't stress too much over what to use them for. The fea are mysterious and my understanding of them is limited, but if you are meant to use them for something It thinks they would have made it a bit more clear. Fea are largely transactional beings, giving you a sort of task to accomplish with these wines without letting you know it doesn't seem like their normal process. If it is a reward for a good deed done, it is possible it looked into your future and gave gifts that would have a right time and place for you to use them?"<br/><br/>She flipped through her notebook again looking for specific passages she copied down in reference to Quarion's thoughts. "That is a good theory. Though it is possible the fea-fox's predicament was genuine, perhaps it got in bad against a less kind fairy who saw fit to leave the poor thing tied up like that. Unless the bandits have a magic worker among them who could do such a thing...a druid could possible make the bramble grow like that..." She glanced up at the sky "May even be the reason we are getting troubled weather. To hide their tracks and slow pursuit perhaps?"