She could hardly look more pleased with herself when she turns around at last to present Aerith’s drink. A gracefully-curved coupe glass adorned with lavender and rose, ornamenting a delicate pink libation topped with a head as elegant as seafoam. 

“Okay, so I took some liberties,” she warns with a nervous laugh, a trepidation like thrill. “It’s a lavender-infused vodka with a hibiscus syrup and elderflower liqueur, and a rosewater foam.” She bites her lip in anticipation of Aerith’s verdict, her scarlet eyes glittering in anticipation. “I don’t get too many chances to get creative, so I’m excited to see if you like it. I might have gotten a little carried away ...”