It was going to be a while before she got used to that, she just knew it. Rit's ability to just...magic things into existence was not something she was used to. Such magic was rare in Thanatos--and blasphemous, in fact--but Song had done so much blaspheming in her life, she couldn't find it in herself to be appalled. Instead, all she felt was awe, and a sense of disappointment that such things were so widely rejected. She understood the reason, of course...
...But as Rit offered her a taste of whatever fancy deliciousness he'd just conjured, she couldn't help but wonder why Inima would forbid this. Wouldn't She want Her children happy? Especially over something so innocent?
She peered curiously at the glass and the strange, hollow stick poking out of it. It was like nothing she'd seen before--but she could smell the sugar and spices. Rit told her to suck, and she snorted back a laugh (all things considered, it wasn't her fault her mind went there!) and tipped the straw toward her.
"What is it?" she asked, sniffing it curiously, before she took that first, cautious sip.
Oh.
It was like an orgasm in her mouth, flavors she couldn't even begin to describe exploding on her tongue. Her eyes went wide, the cold a little intense on her teeth, but she hardly cared in the moment as she took another large gulp. "Oh my goddess, Rit, what IS this--augh!"
The pain struck without warning like a knife between the eyes, and she doubled over with a groan, clutching at her forehead, as her brain exploded in icy agony.