"Do you have anything that doesn't sound like it will give me a cavity?" Natasha asks in response, putting on a little bit of a smile. She didn't come here looking for Sara—or for Frenzy, though she can't help but notice both.

She focuses on the former, even if the drug presents its own temptation.

"Nothing against Nilla Waffers, but I tend to like my alcohol to taste like alcohol."