[WIIIIIIIIIIIIINCE.]

Okay, okay, we're putting the beef bowl down! ASAP.

[He puts a hand on her, making sure she doesn't fall over; with his other hand, he scoops the bowl into his hand and peers at it suspiciously. And here he was, five seconds away from eating evil demon pizza.]

Holy crap, that was fast. Drugged, maybe...?

I'd have to analyze whatever's in this, and I don't have my — uh, computer.