The glass is in her hand before she can protest. This is a bad idea. This is surely a bad idea. Mayzie has even indicated that it is alcoholic. Difficult as that is to believe, given the smell. Perhaps it is not especially potent? But then there would be no need for the warning. 

No, this is a bad idea. This can only be a bad idea. Champagne has already been consumed earlier in the evening, and stress, a lack of food, and relative lack of sleep will only have lowered tolerance further. Shudder to contemplate what kind of tragedy this is certain to unleash. Recommended course of action: set glass down and feign forgetfulness until the meal has passed. Tighten grip, shift arm, and--

A toast? Then all is lost. Damn you, Yuki Edogawa. You will be held responsible for this is, be certain of that.

"To... to home. To rebuilding it, discovering it, and to everything that worthy of returning to."

There. That is surely a toast worthy of the Mystery Builder. At the very least if I am to make a towering ass of myself at any point tonight I should make sure my fall is suitably spectacular. It does not and will not do to prematurely disgrace the persona I have been given for the sake of Mayzie and Vespergift. I should...

"What is? Sweeter than expected. Mayzie, you are certain this is- [i]very?[/i] How could that possibly be equivalent to four flights by itself? Yes it was a larger glass but even so, the flavor! No I refuse. This testimony is written in purple. These are the words of a potential criminal. I will disregard it as self-evidently untruthful until physical evidence provides a clearer, urk."

She had meant to stand up. How could she already feel the floor shifting under her. With a small moan, Eclair takes her seat again and reaches for a leg of crab. This is something she has never eaten before. The inherent messiness of it seemed somehow distasteful, and surely there could be nothing about it as succulent as a properly prepared piece of fish? 

But as she traces her finger along the knuckle, she smiles. A curious preparation indeed. Why did they see fit to leave it in the shell like this if not as a final challenge to the diner? You must best this animal to partake of its calories. She had not until this moment noticed the puzzle of it all. But perhaps, apply force here and... here. Application of heartblade at fingertip, trace. Twist. 

The crab leg slides from the shell whole and unblemished. Eclair's smile broadens to full-on delight. She sets it on her plate, applies a knife and fork, and takes a demure bite. She tilts her head and stares at her plate in astonishment. Sweet flesh, and yet brine? There is a presence of herbs as well, no doubt from the boiling process. No indeed, this is another treasure worthy of the Chrysanthemum. How is she ever to hate this city again, as is proper? 

...Someone has refilled her glass. She is not certain whom. She is only vaguely aware that she is sipping at it. She quickly turns to bread and soup and sandwiches and yet more crab to bury her mistake but it's.

"No, it is not pointless. Effects will not be counteracted but this is... fun? The flavor is sublime. Satisfying. I had forgotten the degree to which food can be something other than a waste of time. Even the elements without interactive qualities feel good in this place. No, Mayzie, there is no need to look so concerned. I am merely enjoying myself. I am aware of the effect of alcohol on my person now and I will simply..."

A blush rises up and paints her cheeks. She turns away and busies her hands with a napkin, folding it and weaving it around a second one until she has created a paper fish. A koi, specifically. She hands presents it to her new investigative partner without commentary. It was once upon a time her favorite animal. What more can she say? 

"New recommended course of action: find coffee. The stronger the better. Surely the two will counteract? Yuki Edogawa, I am most certainly holding you responsible for what transpires this evening. Every blessed moment of it."

She laughs, perhaps at a higher volume than is proper. But can she be held accountable? There is color seeping into her world again, in more than just the words meant to unravel mysteries. But how annoying that it should be discovered through a meal.

"Unforgivable."