Oh. Well that makes sense in a way. Hard to know if it's working or not if Carlisle doesn't even know what it's supposed to do. But the thought of consuming something that he doesn't know what it is makes Pratt's skin crawl.

Others had been eating it with no real ill effects, so that was promising. But others had also eaten all the 'meat' at the Veteran's Center just like Pratt did without dying. Much as he wished he had.

There's real hesitation as he takes the mug and stares into it, smelling the sickly sweet aroma of the sap. "This smells like pure sugar."

Something he would normally enjoy, but right now he's stalling.