"Um.." Prim chewed on her lower lip and frowned at the puzzle, stalling for time while she looked for the next piece to her section. "Fairly quickly, I think. I know I took about thirty-six sips, on an empty stomach. I went from pleasantly warm and fuzzy to sad and in search of my knees fairly quickly." She blushed as she admitted all of this, keeping her eyes down.
She glanced up at Peter, her brows raised in query. "Iced tea? Why would anyone ruin perfectly good tea with ice?" She frowned, confused. "What is in it?"