"I was just thinking something with a really elaborate basket setting and some nice inlays," she muses. "But Amortentia'd work too." For entirely different reasons, morally speaking. But still. A valid path for someone to take.

The germs don't seem to put Lydia off (the taste, however, is chalky enough to not return for a second evaluation) and she makes her way to Fiona's side quickly enough.

"Okay." Her nose wrinkles, flicking the bell on the end and already looking back over her shoulder. "Not that."