I'm related to the spoon, with a much deeper cradle. One thing's more certain, you might see me on a kitchen table. With pots of soup and gravy, too, you'll consider me a handy staple.

No matter the question this is a mages answer. It is a type of alcoholic shot aswell.

In the modern world, I'm collected to give insights, but I wasn't always this. If you go back some years, I allude to a sweet treat, I even had my own jars! I come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; bars and discs and cakes, oh my! Go back even further when I was nowhere as sweet, where I was a steadfast traveling good to keep the hunger at bay.

A key on a string, The wind in the reeds, Sticks to the skin, The spitting of seeds Counted together, Sum of its parts, Subtly guiding the mind, But a yoke to the heart

Pearls found on the grass, Do me for a mountain kick, Thirst quenched by the dawn.