[Chise took note of that with a hum.] “I think i have some pine shavings here somewhere…”

[Perusing the different bowls, reorganizing them a bit so they were sorted more into scent categories rather than at random.]

“I do have some, though I’m afraid it might not be as warm as you might be used to.” [Chise still didn’t know whether to trust the wish system here yet, so no modern appliances.] “I did pick some fresh berries recently, if you would like to try some?”

[She disappeared into the kitchen for a brief moment, bringing out a kettle filled with a mildly bitter scent and another bowl of said berries.]