Caspian sips curiously at the drink, then makes a face. "Tastes like fizzy syrup," he reports. Beneath the sweetness, there's something with a little heat to it, but he doesn't recognize it. The drink is sweet enough to make his teeth ache, and he gives it a glance askance before setting it on his knee and smiling at the gunslingers.

"The world gave her a merry welcome," he agrees. "And she met several dear friends of mine."