"You're fortunate," she replies. "The ones in Sharlayan were known to make off with your purse if you didn't have nuts to distract them with." This is probably an exaggeration. Maybe. Hopefully?

She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a small pouch, weighing it for a moment before she lobs it underhand at Jack. "Will this do? I was meaning to use it as rations if I was caught out past the evening meal, but I don't think either of us is getting out of here until that squirrel gives up its prize."

'This', as it turns out, is a mix of seeds, nuts, and dried fruit. Alisaie might be inclined to be a bit of a pain to strange men lobbing titles at rodents, but she does at least know how to plan for a quest.