Ever since that incident, Yves Reginald had avoided anything made with Green Fruit. The consequence was being unable to take Healing Pills for a long time, a strange condition for which even Seraphina Ashworth had no cure.
"Is it genetic?" Nell Knight's interest was piqued by this oddity.
"No, no one in my family has this, not even my eldest uncle. It might be a genetic mutation." Jean Reginald couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.
"This is hilarious. Why don't you give it a try for us, Yves?" Jacks brought over some liquor brewed from Green Fruit and held it in front of Yves Reginald. Then, he turned to Seraphina Ashworth. "Seraphina, how about you get a Healing Pill ready?"
Yves Reginald coldly snapped out two words: "Get lost."
"Aw, come on, just try it! Seraphina is here, after all," Jacks wheedled, refusing to give up. He'd never seen anything this interesting before.
Lochlan Knight, ever the pot-stirrer, chimed in, "Exactly."
