"Hello," Yasha echoes, glancing sideways momentarily as she shifts to get comfortable. Molly has draped himself like a brightly shawl across her shoulders, but she does not mind. She never minds, when it's him. This is one of her favourite parts of eventually returning to the circus: when Mollymauk makes her repent for all of the physical affection she has denied him during her absence.

She takes the bottle from him upon prompting, turning it over in her hands. She's looking at the label more than reading it.

"Sure," she says eventually, and passes it back, "Where did you get it from?"