[She takes Vincent's tea and sniffs it. It smells different to hers, as though it's another type of tea altogether. And it hasn't lost any of its heat, either. But there's nothing off in the scent. Not that she can detect, anyway.
The tea is set back down in front of him.]
Have you had anything else to eat or drink today, before the tea?
[She's still hung up on the mystery of why she's been willing to overshare, and the only thing she can think of that might induce such an effect is a drug, and the best way she can think to administer drugs without the knowledge of the person being drugged is through food and drink. And, at the moment, the only food or drink she can be certain they've both ingested is the tea.]
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The tea is set back down in front of him.]
Have you had anything else to eat or drink today, before the tea?
[She's still hung up on the mystery of why she's been willing to overshare, and the only thing she can think of that might induce such an effect is a drug, and the best way she can think to administer drugs without the knowledge of the person being drugged is through food and drink. And, at the moment, the only food or drink she can be certain they've both ingested is the tea.]