Elia looked at her strangely for a moment. "Do the Northron gods require you only take a certain drink? I'm sure we could find some mead or whatever you do require. Perhaps only some juice- the kitchens have found some interesting ways of preparing blood oranges since Aeria--" She stopped and sighed in exhasperation. "Drat, I can't say that. The cooks may have taken their tricks with them since the new queen let them go." She managed not to roll her eyes, but it was a close thing. "It's been madness getting anything out of the new servants. They're all still lost and no one's bothered to train half of them, I'd swear to it."