Quest word, so no alt words. I can mean two different things - one is a means to drink, the other a means to eat. My first three letters refer to the hopeful mantra of positive people... and of little engines that could. My last four letters spell a kind of person often stereotyped by their age.

Born of two, yet neither alone, stronger together than either known. I stand in statues, warm and bold, not quite silver, not quite gold.

Roses are red, Matt Rose is cool. I'm a sort of table you'll find in a school

Soft embrace in the chilly night, A cozy shield from winter's bite. Draped in warmth from head to feet, A quiet hug where dreams meet.

Tall and tight, in lines I’m laid, A wooden wall that guards the glade. Pointed tops in a sturdy row, Keeping foes and critters low.