With a quick motion of his fingers, a cup of chamomile on a saucer appeared on the table in front of Adrien, together with a jar of honey and a teaspoon. Adrien smiled, then picked up the jar, opened it, and dipped the spoon in; when he lifted it, he waited a moment for the excess to drip back into the jar, then stirred the honey-covered teaspoon into the warm chamomile, softly tinkling against the ceramic of the cup every few spins. He raised the cup, gently blew the vapor away, and took a sip; he instantly felt better.