"Liquid peace is tequila." Emma corrected with a small shrug. She was starting to get used to seeing the magic stuff, it was becoming second nature. Which before, wouldn't have been a good thing, it would've been something decidedly terrible, something she'd shy away from.
Now, well, it was helping people right?
Sighing slightly, holding off on telling Gretel that it wasn't a big deal if it hurt or not, Emma took the other woman's hand. "So, little magic stone does what exactly?"