The introduction to the cocktails offered by the Smoking Room had done nothing if not impress upon her the breadth of this foreign world's variety of foods, alcohols, and particularly of delightful new fruits she'd never imagined. What was in their markets paled so entirely beside the tropical fruits and glorious array of vegetables she had only begun to explore. "This may be my favorite yet," she agreed, considering whether she would trade wine entirely for such deliciousness before deciding that no, wine would always be a staple and the colorful cocktails a treat.

"d'Artagnan called it magic," she told him, lifting up her glass to peer at its (delicious) orange contents before lowering it again to shrug at Porthos. "Whatever the reason, I cannot complain about so much hot water, and such, such delicious fruit."