Ivarr's quick, loud response did startle Winny but she quickly gave him an attempt at a reassuring smile. "I won't, I won't. I mean, I'd like to get started on my spices, but not enough to risk the wrath of creepy dolls." She hadn't had any dreams, though. No dreams, no bruises, so maybe she had arrived at just the right time. In any case, she took the warning as a sign that Ivarr didn't want her to suffer, which was a good sign for their professional relationship. And while she hadn't considered the financial aspect of shipping in whiskey just to make him happy, she would try to make that work as well. Winny tended to throw herself into things, and, since she was going to try to make the Cirque her home, that included friendships.
Ivarr took off his robe, letting it fall to the ground, and Winny, only human, did glance over him quickly as he rummaged through her bag. She was quickly distracted from her distraction by how pleased he seemed to be with the chocolate chips, laughing as he shoved a handful in his mouth. "Thanks for leaving me my apples." She teased, shifting, squelching her toes in the riverbank and peering downward as she felt a small fish brush by her leg. "I might have to start carrying treats for the horses in one pocket and chocolate for you in the other."
He rushed by her into the water and the smile stayed on Winny's face as she watched him surface. Sinking down, she sat on the river floor, dipping her head back to wet her hair in the water, figuring that it counted as washing it. "Sorry, no." She replied, wishing she could use the water as another way to bond with Ivarr but, as much as she could lower herself down into it like she currently was, she was never going to be a confident swimmer. "I'd try but I wouldn't want you to have to rescue me." She added with a grin, pushing wet hair back from her forehead. "It's a very nice river, though. Did they make it just for you?"