It's probably a mistake to not look at what she's drinking before she drinks it, but that's what she does, and she gives the glass, and then Rabastan, a a peculiar look upon swallowing.

"Is this a new cocktail? It's... sweeter?"

But not unpleasant, and it certainly takes the fiery edge off that usually makes her cough and splutter. There's a hint of something that brings out the honey undertones in the liquor, and this time she has a larger mouthful before setting her glass down.

"I've not been to Italy since I was very small, and I don't recall it raining. But I like rain. It's cleansing."