Amy threw another shower of fried potato shuriken, while readying her takedown attack. A larger plate, with a delicious looking poppy seed topped pastry landed at the girls feet, just at the edge of her aura. Destroying the edge of it relieved a wave of incredible scent. Anyone smelling it would be unable to avoid taking a deep breath, and thus absorbing the poppy derived sophorific gas it was mixed with. Likewise tasting it would introduce a sleeping agent to the target's body.