Nita eyes him carefully throughout; worst comes to worst, he could give himself a psychosomatic reaction to the stuff, and that would be bad for everyone.

There's still no sign of anything going wrong, however, and so she scoops up a small amount of the syrup herself.

Touching it to her tongue, her eyes go wide.

"... Have you ever tasted something that means you the opposite of bad?"

It wasn't as if it was pure sugar, but it was good, above all else.