Natsuru was almost blown back by Shimiko choosing a solid dare over truth. Finally, her strategy was easily cracked by the fast-thinking bluenette. I see...she's choosing dares to play safe. Shimiko doesn't expect any outrageous stunts. No matter...we can play your game... Her hands clasped in front of her mouth with her elbows rested on the table top she sat in a brief silence of no more than five seconds before she reached inside of her bosom. The Genin retrieved a black ink pen. Taking a white napkin from the side. She held the napkin in her hand and close to her body as she wrote in pen. Another ten seconds of silence would pass before Natsuru called out. "Oh Hans~" A servant, quick and attentive rushed out from the great hall door and into the inner cloister where he paced himself quickly towards their gazebo.
Natsuru would gesture the servant to inch closer as she rose her lips to his ears whispering a very quiet, concise request. The servant nodded in response. Natsuru handed the servant the napkin as he briefly ran his eyes over what was written, wrinkling his nose in disagreement. As he began pacing off, Natsuru would holler. "And make it quick, please." The statuesque would say no more after that, reaching for the pretzel bowl and grabbing a handful to sustain her imminent hunger for a little longer. She needed real food soon. Popping a few in her mouth she chewed the crunchy bits with her cheek bulging to the side from the mouthful. In the suspense the butler would reenter with a lowball glass in hand. Inside was a mixture of something, but merely four ounces of a thick, dark, viscous liquid. He would almost hesitantly set the glass before the blonde female.
Swallowing her mouthful of pretzel she would wash them down with a hearty amount of sweet, strawberry lemonade in satisfaction. The sight of the mixture made her stomach churn slightly, being the only one knowledgeable of its contents. Natsuru would look Shimiko dead in the eye. "Drink it all in one go. And don't worry, it's nothing harmful or potentially biohazard." She wanted to disclose any human waste, mildew, or chemicals were out of the picture. Natsuru had her limits and poisoning her ally was certainly far from the picture. It was more or less a mixture of condiments, syrups, and liquids to create an obscure and undesired elixir. She wanted to make Shimiko know that dares could be brutal, despite the formality of her party. And they did not always work in her favor. It was a game of psychological warfare.
-.5 oz. soy sauce
-.5 oz. mustard
-.5 oz. apple cider vinegar
-.5 oz. mayonnaise
-.5 oz. fish oil
-.5 oz. wasabi
-.5 oz. miso paste
-.5 oz. cooking red wine
All mixed with three heaping spoonfuls of sugar.