"More for me!" A terrible shame. She lifts her cup with the hand that isn't holding bread, holds it out for Jude to see she, "Made it myself."

The contents swirl about. They smell very strong but taste even stronger, almost bitter. There is ginger in there, elfroot, and something red and clumpy floating around on the surface, maybe flower petals? Apparently you have to strain it as you drink it, with your own teeth. "It's for luck," Gela explains, "And stomach ache."