[ Dazai nods in response to Maruki's question. He takes a moment to shake one of his hands before curling and uncurling his fingers (sort of stiff,) look around the room (some vertigo,) consider the amount of nausea (food poisoning levels.) He feels pretty bad overall. Miserable, even, though not like he's dying. Against all odds he provides serious answer in response. ]

I recently learned of a way to make synthetic honey, so I wanted to try it. I used belladonna nectar, then I stirred it into the whiskey. I've been poisoned so many times that I've started to build up immunity to certain ones though, so I don't think I used the right dosage.

[ His own tendencies aside, that sort of thing is just part of the job. ]

It'll wear off on it's own.

[ This was just him checking out a speed dating event once. ]