Theo thought long and hard on what it was she had said. It made alot of sense, considering he was doing just fine until he'd drank the punch and walked over here. Was he mad at her? For what? Withholding this information from him?
"No, I'm not mad at you. Perhaps a little at myself for not realizing what that funny taste was. And I'm kind of curious as to who did it, probably one of the weasel twins trying to have a good laugh. But mad at you, no. Why would I be? You didn't spike the punch, did you?"