“A bit. Now you’re just really quiet, but that’s better than the yelling.” She frowned. “You didn’t drink the wine, did you?”
“One glass. Wine from Tala Rama isn’t very good.”
“Wine from Tala Rama is hallucinogenic,” Bruni said.
I felt the blood drain from my face. “That’s definitely not good.”
“Didn’t you see me waving to you?” she asked. “I was trying to tell you not to have any, but you had to put yourself at the other end of the table.”
“I wanted to hear what Rodland was saying.”
“The whole room could hear what Rodland was saying.” Bruni laughed. “One glass won’t hurt you, but try to think a bit harder before you speak for the next few hours. Pretend as though you’ve had five glasses of normal wine. And don’t worry if you see some floating lights. They’re imaginary.”
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