Ione is very pleased with her fizzy blue drink, for all that she's not sure if it is actually made primarily of flowers. The idea that it might be is enough.

"Cheers," she agrees, with a smile and a turn of her head that reveals the caduceus earrings she's been wearing. Those are the only sign of any affiliation with medicine, and she's not even sure if it means anything to the hexarchate, but it's been a useful signal in the past. "They like to sing? I'd love to hear them sing. I'm sorry I didn't bring my instrument to be able to harmonize for them. The word sounds familiar so 'heard of' is probably about right."