Sylvia: leans back very far on chair and drinks from a bottle labled "ARSENIC" "No thanks, I've got plans afterward, but thanks for the invitation."
Nathaniel: He eyes the bottle “Do casually drink poison?” With the snap of his fingers, a small wine glass appears with a dark, bubbling liquid. He takes a sip from it
Sylvia: chuckles "Yes- yes I do. Would you like some?" leans back forward, her long hair falls on her face and holds out her bottle