Victoire also startles a little at the force of Ivonka's slapping the cup onto the table, wand lifting up again and Victoire mutters under her breath about damned menopause. Ivonka turns and glares at her before stalking back into the kitchen again.
Ignoring the potential poisons being brewed for her, Victoire smiles at Ed again and takes the cup from him with a murmur of thanks. Before she drinks it, but only from curiosity. "What type is this?"