Lumikki happily answered the call, of course expecting an offering in turn. She would help charge the magic of the item, and for any time it would wear out in the future, if they made her favorite snack. Ice cream! She agreed to the task if they would often churn her ice cream to enjoy. A mild price to pay for the convenience of the frost mage's magic.
And so there she was, in another of her oversized shirts and a pair of slippers. Her hair in messy buns the shape of horns. Hard at work pouring her mana into the item. Infusing it with her intention to chill once more. All the food they needed to take out sat a top the counter. Being kept cold from Lumikki's natural cold aura as she toiled away. The kitchen staff were greatly relived to have an already frigid resident to call. Put her already spontaneous flash freezes to use; and Lumikki was also just glad to give back to the guild best she could. Uncle Brone and Gnicolas had already been pounding on her, trying to drill a sense of responsibility within the little frost mage. This would have to do, she thought.