"Alfajors? Oh, good call. I love those; they're worth any mess." Korrin smiles fondly, glad to focus on the good things about Antiva, not its Crows and the horror they recently wrought. Such ugliness can only be dwelt on for so long before losing all sense of perspective.

She watches Araceli's curls and Zevran's braid-weaving with equal admiration, making a mental note to ask him later about teaching her. Simple braids are one thing, but she'd love to learn how to play with Araceli's hair in a more elaborate fashion. "As for spices, I have you covered. Vivienne gave me a truly ridiculous variety of them for a Wintersend gift. I'm more than happy to share with those possessing actual culinary skill."