[ At first, Poppy rolls her eyes, thinking that just because something isn't going to immediately kill you, doesn't mean that you should just drink it.
...But then she looks at her own vial of potion. And she rolls a 5 on her Wisdom saving throw.
So she drinks it. ]
Mm— Ooh! [ It tastes like apple. More so than that, it tastes like apple pie. Her mother's apple pie, which she's only gotten to eat a rare few times, but the taste is still seared into her memory.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. ...Nothing. ]
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...But then she looks at her own vial of potion. And she rolls a 5 on her Wisdom saving throw.
So she drinks it. ]
Mm— Ooh! [ It tastes like apple. More so than that, it tastes like apple pie. Her mother's apple pie, which she's only gotten to eat a rare few times, but the taste is still seared into her memory.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. ...Nothing. ]
Well. That was a waste of perfectly good stress.