[Caitlyn continues to stare at the tea, trying to figure out why. And who, and how, of course. Is it that woman's doing? Is she so desperate for her 'gossip' that she wants everyone to be more open, more willing to share things they might not otherwise, in the hopes that it will all make it back to her? If so, how did she gain access to everyone's tea?

Come to think of it, who provided the tea in the first place?

She's so caught up in her ruminations that it takes her moment to process what Vincent's saying.]

Oh. Yes. Of course.

[What can she say that she doesn't mind everyone knowing?]

I came in first place in a shooting competition when I was thirteen. Technically. The Sheriff didn't take the last shot, or she might have won. [That's not an effect of the tea; Caitlyn would be honest about that whether she were drugged or not.]