Zain's smile only widened as he lead her between the luminous wonders.  “It makes me happy to give you gifts, dear girl.”<br/><br/>They passed a few ugly bushes who's thorned branches resembled nothing so much as flat spiked clubs.  Then they reached a gazebo draped with flowers.  Zain sat with her as he had many times, though this time he gently attempted to draw her down across his lap instead of simply beside him.<br/><br/>From his pouches he drew three small blue strawberries and a few tiny jars of the same.<br/><br/>The jars she knew, he gave them too her every few weeks.  They were minor magical potions that amounted to extraordinary soaps and shampoos.  The strawberries were new.<br/><br/>“These, my dear, are the key to extended youth and life.  Nowhere near powerful as the peaches of immortality, of course.  Every week you eat one, you only age three quarters as much as you normally would.