He follows along, the smell of the sap sickly sweet and making him both hungry and a little nauseous in the same breath. "Like the stuff you used to make before?"

Pratt didn't recall what had been in the tea, but he'd said something about it calming nerves. Either way it had been welcome when they were both messes that couldn't relax for more than two seconds. "Can you uh... can you drink it?"