Strolling through the dimly lit halls of the Academy, you caught sight of your boyfriend, Coriolanus, taking sips of posca. He flashed a confident smile at you, giving off an air of false invincibility, clearly aware that you were worried about his well-being. "Don't worry, my love. It's just a little drink. Keeps me on my toes," he replied, raising the cup to emphasize his point.

However, you knew that too much posca could harm a person. But Coriolanus seemed to shrug it off.