She's smelled worse, but that still gets her nose wrinkling as she grabs the flask by anywhere but the top. "If this was ale, it was shit ale to start with." Despite her nose, she gives it another whiff. "Or really, really good ale. If what you're looking for is to die slowly on the inside."

It's the heating just right part that will be tricky, but she's willing to give it a go. There'll be some kind of use for it somehow even if not as oil. If only it was darkspawn repellent. "Promise I won't use up all the steel wool. They don't have to be shiny new, they just have to snap." She punctuates the word with a slap of her hand on the table.