Yeah, yeah, again with the costume party stuff. Everyone's gotta be a wiseguy about it at some point or another. She glances over once, eyes going from face to tea to hands, and the food on the table has her attention again. Someone that hadn't shared her thoughts on the potentially poisoned food would react with surprise or scorn, depending on whether or not they believed her. He doesn't seem at all surprised, and isn't actually drinking.

Okay, so, maybe he's not crazy.

"Yeah, you did. Real shame, figure it was a big smasher, too." Man, she really wishes she had her poison kit on her. Small doses of antidotes to most common poisons, a tester to search for foreign substances... well, too bad. With a little half of a smile, she adds, "Tea's probably fine, though. Figure if the spuds running the joint wanted us dead, it'd happen a whole lot faster'n poison."