Dustin mouths an "oh" of understanding. "I've never had any alcoholic drinks before," he explains earnestly. "So I guess that makes sense. I hope it doesn't affect me like they would - I don't like the idea of what drugs would do to my brain. I'm kind of weirded out at myself for feeling so...casual about trying more of these candies, actually. It doesn't seem right. But I guess that's the drugs talking?"

There's a few seconds of pensive silence, Dustin staring at the table while his eyes dart around in deep thought. Then he sharply glances back up at Lauri-Ell.

"--It's a lot easier to speak my mind, I think," he continues. "I mean, I felt that way after the yellow candies, but this is unique somehow. I'm having a hard time isolating the differences."

Probably because Dustin already never lies; the compulsion to do so would normally still be there, quietly censoring him from giving out too much detail, but now even that's gone. He's just an open book and is pretty okay about it.