I haven't tried to go looking too hard. Maybe if I knew any of them personally. But right now it seems too dangerous to go wandering in the woods asking questions, after what happened at the mines.

[Ah, yeah, now he can really feel it. Warmth radiates from his mouth and belly out into his limbs as he savors that last bite of the cookie, and leaves him smiling. It's a bit like being drunk, actually, that gentle heat and slight buzz but with none of the impairment - or, none yet. Fingers crossed the spirits weren't kidding about these not being some kind of trick.]

I don't know if the effects of these things are connected to the labels but if you see one that said "friendletter", grab it. It's like an internal heater.