<em>Raising an eyebrow at the vial she stared for long moments, face unreadable before unceremoniously bursting into laughter. Thumping her mug on the top of the barrel for emphasis as peals of laughter shook her and tears collected in her eyes. Dys makes several attempts to talk, all of which are made unsuccessful by renewed bouts of laughter. She finally managed to stammer something mostly intelligable. </em><br/><br/>Now y-you must tell me...<em>giggle</em>Tell me what it is you are, heh after... That would war-warant such measuresss.