“The human sat down. Their colleagues looked as she began to eat poisoned food, a cup of venom by her side, all quiet on their horrors as casual conversation died out.
She looked up, her cold eyes filling the table with dread.
“No”, a tall musician interrupted. “We were just… Talking about…”
“Food”, a historian completed, pointing at their own plate. “It’s… Uh. Delicious. Very good”.
The human nodded along. The musician almost sighed, giving a signal out to the new linguist. They would have to talk, later, about what to do in this sorts of situations, while trying to ignore how the human ate the poison with such satisfaction.
“The food supply we got was very good”, she agreed. “We should get more of it”.
The linguist looked around.
The human’s eyes began to tear up with poison.
The woman drank more of her venom, a bit distraught.
She smiled, showing her sharp, predatory teeth.
The human put her poisons aside.
“So…”, she whimpered, more poison coming out of her eyes. “Ignore the crying. I just realised it wasn’t a good idea for me to eat hot-dog with pepper sauce and orange juice”.