She knew and accepted that Lomea herself had power. Far more than Elsa did and a greater understanding of it, too. Then again, she knew Lomea had been practicing with her skills for much longer, and that her form of magic was more complex and intense. It was still a bit intimidating, but she did appreciate the encouragement. And she could practice.
Not that she'd ever make bottles of any beverage float in the air. And, despite how down she'd felt recently, she giggled. "I can't say I've ever had anything foul and gross before."
Her cheeks went a bit pink at the accusation, teasing though it was. "No!" She protested. Sometimes the woman was just way too much for someone who'd spent over half of her life in isolation. "I'm just not sure how I would be... I mean, a little couldn't hurt." Stew though. They could have stew. That she could manage.