[Caedra wrinkles her nose a little at the smell - it's definitely not the sort of thing she prefers and she can tell why it's not as popular as the miscellaneous other offerings, though it probably has its fans. Or perhaps there's so much of it because it's easy to make.
In any case, she can work with it. Caedra chants a short phrase as she passes her hand over the glass, then again, altering the words slightly. The beer itself has not been truly transformed in any way, but the taste and smell now closely approximate a rich chocolate-oatmeal stout, of the sort that the people of northwestern Lionde preferred. She never really acquired much of a taste for it herself, but that doesn't matter. She slides it back toward Laura.]
Try that. [And just in case:] It's not poisoned and I'm not trying to kill you.
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In any case, she can work with it. Caedra chants a short phrase as she passes her hand over the glass, then again, altering the words slightly. The beer itself has not been truly transformed in any way, but the taste and smell now closely approximate a rich chocolate-oatmeal stout, of the sort that the people of northwestern Lionde preferred. She never really acquired much of a taste for it herself, but that doesn't matter. She slides it back toward Laura.]
Try that. [And just in case:] It's not poisoned and I'm not trying to kill you.
[Not right now anyway.]