Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170117022023

"Good, because if you tried to run away, I'd have to make you eat these herbs that slow down your coordination and give you a loose tongue. I've had multiple people confess their darkest secrets while on them," he laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. Roscoe began to smear a glob of herbs onto her wound. "You know, Squeak, I . . . didn't mean what I said earlier." He stared at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "When I called you smelly." He flushed. "You're . . . er . . . not."