Rolling her seat back, Marigold took the bottle out of the ice bucket and read the label. "Eigeldinger Ginger Ale." Looking up at Stella while putting the bottle back in, she said, "Great taste, as always." She scooted back in and took another sip of her wine.
"Guess you can save me some explaining then?"
"Of course." Looking back at Nathan, she said, "Eigeldinger Ginger Ale is made only at a small village withing Mistral that has the perfect year-round temperature for growing ginger in. It is then aged for four years in oak barrels. Bottles are not really well-known throughout the population. One, because they're are imported directly upon requests of the consumers, and two, well, including no artificial ingredients yet attaining a much more robust flavor than the mainstream brands can get quite pricey."
"Oh it's perfectly fine though. At the end of every season, I trade out their remaining stock with my wines and give them to employees that do a good job to take home. Even so, I still end up with quite a few extra so I serve them during parties at my main house. Speaking of which, next one is in 9 days and starts at 14 o' clock. You're invited and if you're coming, bring up to four guests only, I don't want too many freeloaders."
Downing half her drink, then intently paying attention to the two while slowly rocking her body to the side, Camellia then said, "As for Marigold's clones, they always just do that when being dismissed. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's cause she's like that?"