((You've been invited over to your neighbors place to try out her new brownie recipe. You don't know much about her except that she is unmarried and has an 18 year old son. You also know that her cooking is out of this world, which is really why you decided to come over and be her guinea pig today. As you begin to chow down on a milk chocolate brownie with walnut, you are overwhelmed with how soft and chewy the treat is. You're in heaven. You're in bliss! Then... you're not. Your insides begin to roil. Your throat and gut feel like they are on fire, your eyes feel like they are about to pop out of your skull. You struggle to breath as your throat closes in on itself, and you see Nancy Capsulet, your neighbor, staring at you impassively as she writes something down in her notepad. Your last thoughts before oblivion takes you... is Nancy grabbing a bottle and pouring it into a glass of milk.))

You awaken on a couch. Your head is laying in Nancy's lap while she idly strokes your hair. The room is still spinning but your body has calmed down from the brownie reaction. Nancy notices you wake and addresses you coolly. — The poison acted fast, and your reaction was everything I hoped for. Thank you for testing, dear. She pats your head. You are now fully aware that she intended to poison you, and the fear that comes with that begins seeping into your heart. When you are about to ask her why, she answers as if she could read your thoughts. — I'm going to remove my sons girlfriend. He doesn't need a hussy like Juliet Montag like him.