"Tipsy, sweetie, darling, scarlet lover, light of my life."
The voice currently ringing through the swamp on this sunny afternoon belonged to none other than the exuberant Lush. The recovery from a self-inflicted headache was a simply miraculous boost to his mood and he needed to share it with someone.
"A little bird whispered in my ear. He told me you were working on some extra special new brew and I simply have to try it. Where are yooou? Tipsy? Ah! That smells delightful!"
She wasn't in her usual spot but her logs were and surely she wouldn't mind if took a few samples.
Patmos of Endtimes
I hope this works okay for a start! ;D