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Good. That would make this a challenge, wouldn't it? Sovann loved challenges. "Easy, hmm? Well, we'll just see. I seem to recall that you couldn't determine what was in the klah the last time, oh Taster, so we'll find out whether you're full of it, or if you're really as good as you say." Reaching into the little box which the spices were kept in, he added a couple of them to the basic brew, which was strong enough to conceal some flavors. He was very careful about what he chose, however. The tastes needed to go well together since this wasn't a pranked pot of klah. Finally, he finished off the pot with a hint of honey, and carefully put everything away, stirring the klah to allow the flavor to even out. "All right, you can turn around, and pour yourself a mug. Then I want you to tell me what's in it."

... The man was unnatural! Sovann stared at Kiriwar for a moment, and blinked. And blinked again. "By the Golden Egg of Faranth, how did you do that?" he gawped, honestly amazed. He had tried to be subtle with his ingredients, but obviously the vintner was more than a match for his skills. "Ah well. I tried. I failed, but I tried. You win. I guess you really are that skillful." It was fardling amazing. Was the man even human? "All right. I suppose now that you've won, you probably ought to get some kind of prize. Even Inaari got a prize. How about a mug of klah?" he asked, grinning impishly. Of course, he had already given the man a mug, which would satisfy the need for a prize, wouldn't it?

"Are you trying to imply that my klah is not a prize in and of itself?" Sovann questioned, giving Kiriwar a patently false hurt expression. "Stabbed, straight through the heart! You wine tasters are far above my touch," he sniffed, and then grinned broadly. "What sort of prize do you think you've earned?" he asked, concealing the way his hands trembled by holding onto the counter. He would've taken a mug of klah himself, but given that he'd already destroyed an entire pot full of it, he decided that it was safer to abstain for now. Maybe later on he'd indulge... but not when the cooks might be watching his every move, for all that he knew.

Oh honestly! A prize, hmm? Well, Sovann couldn't think of anything right now. "Well, that's hardly fair. I barely know you. How can I possibly properly surprise you?" By being totally random, of course, but that didn't seem all that fun. He would have to think about what sort of prize he wanted to give Kiriwar. Perhaps a glass of wine? Wouldn't that be ironic? But alas, he didn't know how to make wine, and he probably would never learn.

"Awwww! You mean I can't wait until you're 40 turns old?" Sovann pouted a little, the expression habitually associated with the sentiment. Of course, he also forgot about it in the next moment, reaching over to grab himself a mug of klah. "Mmm..." It was good klah, scorch it. "I'll come up with something eventually, and I guarantee it will be a surprise." Oh yes, yes it certainly would be. Asking Sovann for a surprise gift was asking for trouble in a pretty serious way. Ah well. Kiriwar didn't know any better.

"Eehhhh..." Sovann grinned a little. "This one is better anyway. The other one wasn't fancy, see?" Oh ho! So that was how they were going to play things, was it? The grin broadened, and the seaholder elbowed the vintner right back. "I know I do. I'm actually pretty decent at this whole cooking thing. I'm thinking that if I don't Impress I'll look into it. It might be fun to be an apprentice cook." Elbow, elbow. Kiriwar was a softie, huh? Well, that just might be fun to exploit. "No promises on the scarring!"