Frudi sat at the hotel's dinner table, calmly recounting her day's events. "And then, I told Mister Christophe that I'm a lunatic, not a witch. The look on his face was priceless."
Tristan chuckled. "I can imagine. But what really caught my attention was the wine incident. What happened there?"
Frudi's smile turned mischievous. "Oh, that? I actually poisoned my own wine."
Cisco's eyes widened. "What? Frudi, why would you do that?"
Frudi shrugged. "I wanted to make a spectacular exit. I mean, who doesn't love a little drama?"
Tristan laughed. "Only you, Frudi. Only you would poison your own drink for dramatic effect."
Cisco shook his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face. "Frudi, what if you had accidentally drunk it?"
Frudi looked at her dad like he was crazy. "Dad, if I poisoned it, obviously I wasn't going to drink it. That's just basic logic."
