Mab's head tilted just a touch at the uncomfortable thank you. She considers thank you's a sign of a debt owed. Even when one is in the protection of the Seelie King and Queen. Her smile is slight but there as she takes a sip from the frosted glass.

The Unseelie Lady watches the girl set the bottle down and her eyes track the path her hands take behind her back. Mab blinks at the question and then looks down at the glass covered with ice and back at Kenzie. "Surely you can make a guess." They might be in the summer court, but never has cold been in Summer's purview. Summer is heat and fire and life. A witch child taking the name of a greek goddess of her craft would surely be able to put two and two together and come out with four. "Tell me what court you believe I should belong to."