[ Riz stares at John for a second, his eyes just a bit too wide, too steady to be altogether comfortable -- then he blinks rapidly, three times in a row, and starts to talk. Sorry, John. You've set him off. ]

There's really no way to tell, definitively speaking. Not all effects are going to be, like, immediately obvious? For all we know, this place operates on Feywild rules and eating here at all means that we're stuck here for good, but it's not as though we had any other choice. Most of us need to eat and drink.

[ There is a precious moment in which he's about to speculate about what species wouldn't need that with a tangent into vampirism and possible reasonings for the powers that be not bringing any vampires in -- but he remembers to stay on topic just in time. ]

At first, I stuck with homemade food, but they're the ones supplying the food even though we don't have any supply chain in sight, which is weird. So if they really wanted to dose us with something, they'd put it in the ingredients too. In my experience, the places that have been here the whole time are more or less okay? But the stuff that shows up out of the blue...

[ He flicks his finger against the rim of the teacup. Ting! ]

It's fishy. I don't like it.

[ Sometimes it seems as though Riz doesn't like much. ]