There was a small smile at that, "Drink your tea. I'll see what I've got." She unfolded to go over the jars in a display rack next to the stove, picking a few out, "Probably won't happen again soon, most prolific Dreamer I know only has a true one every three, four months, the rest are just the usual naked-at-work, building a go-kart with an ex-landlord, having tea in a graveyard kind."