"Inconvenient or not, you can't change your tastes." Genie shrugged. "At least, not without something big happening, at least most times." Like a werewolf bite, or a trauma, or something along those lines. "In the grand scheme of things, wine isn't a big deal. Now if you were into drugs or something, that'd be different altogether." Genie grinned at her. "Then I might have to harass you into doing something about it."
"You're lucky. I ended up not getting to finish school, for the war, but I don't think I've failed on the self teaching bit." Not when she could make a working Wolfsbane, which not every potions brewer could do. "But if you need space, well, I know I'm a virtual stranger but my mates wouldn't mind if I had someone else in the kitchen sometimes. I know all about not having space."