"It feels that way, and the little things you can deny and scowl about. I think that's simply natural and apart of acceptance. White sugar is something we won't have after it's all gone or until someone establishes trade again with South America?" Vesper would be inaccurate on the process of making white sugar, but she was right in one thing. It'd be a very, very long time before white sugar could be refined again.
As for angles, fairies, and demons... Vesper had more worries about humans being a worse influence than any fairy or demon possibly could now. She gently kicked a gathering drift of snow, salt was also too precious to waste on melting ice. "Yup! Warm days for the sap to run, cold nights to make sure the sap won't spoil since it takes forever to get enough to boil into sugar." She had been dicussing this idea with a few of her fellow Cano. Most like the idea. Others had the ridiculous belief it would hurt the trees.
Vesper kept her thoughts about this to herself for the most part. Friendship were precious and she didn't have many that were very strong. A crush could be ... not forgotten but it's better than being in love, she assumes. "So it's something new. I think it's going to be easier when it comes to the superficial stuff. We can't have the same standards of attraction anymore or won't in a few more years. And if he likes you all ready, that stuff won't be needed at all."