[ Ben takes another tiny bite of the food, heartbeat picking up, trying to detect any kind of something off. But he raises his eyes back to Peter and shakes his head, not trusting himself to speak again if he can prevent it.
Which, turns out? He can't! ]
Wait. There was something. Right when I walked in here. Not - off. I don't remember exactly, just, a strange smell. Something I didn't recognize. I thought somebody was cooking themselves an alien lunch or something with weird alien ingredients I'd never smelled before and I didn't think much of it, but do you think we've been drugged? Some kind of interrogation thing? Oh, no.
[ And here goes Mr. Worst Case Scenario, launching off the deep end. But even as he looks around the dining area ... there aren't any threats, anyone waiting to make them spill their deepest secrets. Just a few scattered groups of people talking and eating.
no subject
Which, turns out? He can't! ]
Wait. There was something. Right when I walked in here. Not - off. I don't remember exactly, just, a strange smell. Something I didn't recognize. I thought somebody was cooking themselves an alien lunch or something with weird alien ingredients I'd never smelled before and I didn't think much of it, but do you think we've been drugged? Some kind of interrogation thing? Oh, no.
[ And here goes Mr. Worst Case Scenario, launching off the deep end. But even as he looks around the dining area ... there aren't any threats, anyone waiting to make them spill their deepest secrets. Just a few scattered groups of people talking and eating.
Ben turns back to Peter, wide-eyed. ]
What do we do?