Quite the charmer, Hanekoma, wasn't he? He should teach others; it would serve many folk some good. She took the mug in one hand and gently set her mace down on the counter, enjoyably taking a breath in of the fragrance. "The strongest," she said with a grin, then took a deep sip, the heat hardly bothering her. It was refreshing.

Naja set the cup back down and she gave him an appreciative nod. "You and I? I think we're going to be grrreat friends."