"Sage?" The question confused her, and she got up (a bit slowly--amazing how well alcohol goes straight to one's legs once one stands up) to follow Pierce's lead into the kitchen. She opened the cupboard where she kept her herbs and spices and moved the little jars around. Naea was a huge fan of buying local and farmers' markets were her friends. Biting her lip, she shook her head. "I'm afraid I don't. I don't use it in a lot of things."
Closing the doors, she turned and leaned against the counter. "Might I ask why?"