The way the drink settled in her stomach was strange, but far from entirely unpleasant. Was it already working? Judging by the way it burned on the way down she could only presume so. The male opposite her seemed pleased by her assessment of his plan, and he earned a faint, tight smile from Ivy. She lapped at the drink a bit more - it wasn't like she had any particular misery to drown away, but the possibility of good feelings as Ashmedai had so eloquently said was admittedly tempting all on its own.
She listened carefully as he explained how nature did it on its own, but you could do it on your own too if you knew how. He admitted he'd been able to get fruit on his own here, and she nodded in understanding. "Huh," Ivy remarked simply at his description of a short motherfucker. She'd certainly met some interesting characters in these lands - mouthy ones, at least in comparison to her own family and the wolves she'd met thus far in her life. "I'd be interesting to find someone who can makes it half as good as this man you speak of. Surely I have some services I can offer that would make it worthwhile for someone to teach me a thing or two." Ivy offered with a slow shrug, already feeling the alcohol loosening up her mouth, even if she wasn't totally aware of it yet.
