Angel looks at the vial appreciatively. “Very clever, Queen. You keep your little secret under wraps, but I don’t ask questions, since hey, I already know the answer!” she nodded with a smile, untroubled by the implications of this. And why should she be? Everything was fine, and she was getting her answers, and she felt just fine. She smiled as she picked up another honey laced leaf to nibble on.
Chrysalis smiles back at Angel, wondering if the blissful state she held about the circumstances would hold. A shake of her head brought her back to the present, because she didn’t want to worry too much about the alternative. Brief moments of imaginative thinking bring more of previously seen fits, with herself as the target of Angel’s anger.
“I could give you the rest of the bottle to take, if you’d like. It isn’t very much more, and none of it could be utilized to overdose or even poison you.” Chrysalis says, absolutely truthful. “Meadow’s Honey is only deadly if harvested in reverse order, after all, and its hard enough to get on its own.” She refers to the harvesting through condensing morning dew as it evaporates, a tough enough task without cartoon physics going to work.