[ She asks him why, and he glances thoughtfully into the cup of fathi as though the answer might be found there. ]

Maybe. [ He admits, though he sounds less than convinced. There's another pause and he frowns to himself. ] The fathi... it makes everyone feel like their you're friend, even if they're not. You might tell them things you wouldn't share with another soul. And - I had no one I trusted that much, to tell them my secrets.

[ He grimaces, and takes another drink. There was another use for fathi that the priests employed. Interrogations.

He'd make enough mistakes drinking too much taye blossom wine. ]

But what you described sounds like something worth trying, sometime. [ He raises his eyebrows and grins a little wickedly. ] At least once. They must have substances like that here.

[ There was the woman, Nadine, and her cannabis experiments. But Julie is talking about something stronger, he thinks. ]