"What do you mean? How come I have to force your words out?" Oswald hurried the woman to explain, but Laurel put his hand on his shoulder and said. "Calm down, she kindly invited us here and extended the deadline, why are you reacting so harshly?"
The redhead took his time sitting around the table, he slouched over the wooden structure and took a deep breath to better enjoy his quietness of mind. His nose naturally ventured toward the newly-filled cups, he paid more attention to the scent but couldn't decipher any chemical that resembled poison.
The ex-slave had opportunities to taste food for his masters and sadly had to experience a small doses of dangerous poisons.
The dryad stepped forward and pointed at Oswald mockingly. "For the same reason you are calm. He won't react to the drink."
