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[Of course it's for science, it's always for science. Rosalind offers him a slight smile, almost nonexistant, and takes a step back for him to enter. Immediately she leads him downstairs, where there's a surprisingly comfortable library waiting for them. Plush carpet and thick couches around surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books.

But it's to an adjacent room she leads him. Sterile and neat, Rosalind's lab is as yet incomplete, but it's better than it once was. There's a pastry on a plate waiting for him on one of the tables.]

Did you run into much trouble trying to get into the city?

[ At least she doesn't have a creepy lab in her basement...the library looks like the kind of place Alisaie would love, and he makes a mental note to formally introduce the two of them sometime.

But for now - sketchy pastries. ]

Nah, not really. Still know a few people in the guard who look the other way when I show up. [ So...one good thing that came from his time among their ranks. ]

That's, uh...that's it, then?

It is. Innocuous enough, isn't it? But that's rather the point.

[A beat, and then:]

. . . I ought to warn you before you take it, by the way. My housemate has a pet snake. It's a harmless thing, but you may see it wandering around.

[ ...Well, okay, that's...good to know. If he sees a snake wandering around, it's not a hallucination! How reassuring. ]

Got it. Friendly snakes. Not a hallucination. Cool, cool, cool -

[ He might be a little - or a lot - nervous. Still, he takes a seat in front of the pastry, glancing at her apprehensively. ]

So! Uh...I just...eat it?

Have you really never partaken in drugs before?

[It's a touch incredulous, though not frustrated. She's just surprised.]

Just eat it. It won't take long to kick in.

[ Wow, he's a good boy?!? But, I mean, okay, that's simple enough. So... ]

Here goes nothin'. Geronimo!!!

[ And then he crams the pastry into his mouth. Eating it all in one go is probably a good idea, right... ]

Table manners are next on my list for what I'm teaching you, Mr. Argentum. How you've managed to secure a young lady when you insist on eating in such a way is stunning to me.

[GROSS, BUDDY, but whatever! That's a lot of drug packed into a lot of pastry, so it ought to hit him pretty quickly. And when it does, Prompto will see a very realistic hallucination of someone he loves.]

[ If she thinks he's bad, she should see Alisaie finish a cheesecake.

Oh. But speaking of her...

It certainly does take effect quickly, and after he blinks a few times to clear his vision, Prompto sees Alisaie where Rosalind was moments before. That's...strange. Or is it? Wasn't he supposed to be helping Ros with something?

But then he grins warmly, a fondness in his eyes that belongs only to her. ]

Hey, uh...what were we talking about again?

[Oh boy. Rosalind lifts an eyebrow, reaches for her notepad, and begins writing. She doesn't take her eyes off him, though it's for a very different reason than why Prompto is staring at her.]

Me, of course. You're very fond of me, aren't you?

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