Carrick smiled. "A lovely lady... you're blessed indeed, my dear chap, blessed indeed."
"I think it's weird," Pinion huffed. "But nevermind. No, I don't know how to make it, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Besides, this world may not even have the right ingredients for most of it."
The elf snugged closer on Carrick's lap and sipped his milk while Carrick scritches his hair.