It's not fine wine, in particular, but it's not cooking sherry, either. It's some sort of California wine, but the bottles have corks, not twist-off tops, so they're classy by Danny's standards.

Danny is all but glowing with the implicit praise. He's even standing up a little straighter. "The guy selling them said they're troll's souls and that's as strong as they could hold."

And a couple other things Danny has questions about, but he'll save them for later. First, he's going to see what he can learn from his own Encantus. "You said the potions are for healing and cold-resistance, mostly?"

"And you promised to tell me what you're cooking, with those," he nods at the gems.