I've heard of that. To quote various sources from my time, ambrosia is the 'nectar of the Gods.' Some historians believe it was just a well-honeyed mead. [ She doesn't pretend to know that's a fact, not when someone who would know is right there. She offers a wry smirk. ] I'm assuming that's not the case at all. As far as experimenting goes, let's see how far this next one gets us and I'll decide from there.

[ She cuts two pieces of cake for them and returns to the table before sitting for a little break. Medicinal brew aside, her attention is on Annabeth. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised it's quieter out your way, too. Though I'm glad for it, however long it lasts. Solvunn's excitement tends to come in grand gestures such as ritual sacrifice to a new God.

[ She shakes her head; the statement deserves a bite of cake, so she takes one. Once she's thought about her words a bit more, she arches an eyebrow. ]

Someone is plotting. Likely multiple someones. It's only a matter of who strikes next.