Qi Yan has been so engaged in the conversation, and thinking so deeply, that she never tried the beverage Magnus offered her. She opens the bottle of root beer and takes a sip. It fizzes on her tongue like something fermented, but the flavor is overwhelmingly sweet, with none of the complexity or acidity that would balance wine or kumis. It's not to Qi Yan's taste, but she's not picky either, and she can appreciate the significance of something from one's home.

"I'll think about our next exchange, then. Many thanks for sharing your food with me, young master Magnus." She stands to take her leave, taking the root beer with her, and gives him another small bow.