Presto, Jenny and OTA
Presto grinned and took the bottle from her, and traced his fingers along it, whisper a spell, then held it out again, uncapping it. It was filled with red wine. "For you, and the others."
He didn't really drink outside of the occasional ale.
"Now? I produce anything I need out of it. Its a hat of wonder. Mostly I use it to get out of jams." He winced at her story, and nodded.
"I've seen people like that and that is never good."