[ Rinwell tries, and fails, to not look as anxious as she feels as Geralt inspects her offering, both owl and mage watching as he sniffs at the ice cream before taking that first bite. She's done her best, given the tools at her disposal, and even with a bit of magic to hasten some of the process, it's taken several attempts before she finally hit the right combination.

So when he speaks, she can't help the big smile that crosses her face. Hootle bobs his head, an echo of the happy mood he senses in his human. (Hah! Take that, Law!) ]

There's lots of flavour variation you can make, depending on what you mix into it. Some fruits can be really nice, and honey too. I really like chocolate, but I haven't really found much of that here..

[ Then eyes light up. ] We have that back home! Or, had, I guess. [the light dims, before she rallies quickly] My- Adults would tap some of the trees, and collect the sap. Sometimes they'd heat it first, to thicken the sugar, but usually they'd just pour it directly.