[ He gives her a sympathetic grin that says 'Yeah, he's kind of a dick' without him actually having to say it. Instead, he shifts his seat and starts drawing out the magical formula for the tea, just because it's what's on his brain and it's always easiest to get it out on paper. ]

Well, mean as in like - really good. Not actually mean. Just like, exactly what you need when you just want to chill out, yeah?

Pills, huh?

[ That makes him pause thoughtfully. ]

Hm. My tea's not like that, not really. I mean, for one, it's a spell not a pharmacological product, so it doesn't come with the same kind of side effects. It's also a lot more, uh, subjective, I guess? It's not going to cut your seratonin intake or whatever, it basically just does what it needs to do. I don't do, um, I don't do phycological tampering magic. Yeah? That's a dangerous fucking road. This is more like if you took a hit of weed but retained all your mental faculties, didn't impair your thinking or hand-eye coordination, and didn't get munchies. Yeah?

[ He paused, and looked up. ]

It's pretty fucked up that they were drugging you into forgetting your abilities, though. Like - fuck. Yeah, that's really fucked. Unless you like, requested it, I guess. Is that what you want?