My motivation comes and goes as suddenly as my depression, I swear. Work 4 weeks straight on a story and crank out 31,000 words? Don’t feel like continuing whatsoever suddenly. Have a good day, no real complains? Nah, depressed piece of garbage, that’s what you are.
She’s not going to be evil. The worst she’ll do is spike part of a batch of goodies with a potion, having not paid attention to which pastries are spiked, or what she spiked them with. She’s a well-meaning ditz, not a dominatrix.
No, my plans are evil, depending on views and preferences. Sylvie’s a sweetheart who can be horribly misguided. She wants company, and so she’ll feed others spiked confectionaries that she thinks will make them a bear like her. She’s a great baker, but doesn’t quite get potions or the like so that plan doesn’t work out too well.