With silent confidence, Peony knew she wouldn't be found anything less than entertaining and delightful. After all she was the most special warlock in all the realms, a unique peon against a wave of mediocrity, a shining beacon of--

Wait, what was Ianthe saying? She got distracted thinking about herself.

"No. It's not. In the feywild, taking food without offering something in return is tantamount to offering your open service to whichever master provided it. I've been leaving offerings at the Inn to settle any percieved debt." She wasn't totally paranoid, but she was a healthy amount of cautious.