Valerian Root

Bella chopped and boiled the valerian root, making it into a fine potion. It took a long time to make. A lot longer than the prisoner was expecting. He assumed that all he all he had to do was chop off some leaf and ingest it. He had no idea there was a fine process to it. But Bella kept assuring him that this was the best drug he could ever possibly get. That afterwards this would be the best feeling he could ever possibly have. Finally, after some time, Bella presented the madman with a steaming hot cup of tea. "What's this?" He asks suspiciously. "It's the valerian root." "Why's it look like this?" "Because it's a tea." "Why'd you make it a tea?" "Because that's how you ingest it." Bella says. The prisoner sneers. "I don't drink tea." Bella takes the tea. "That's too bad." "Wait, is that the only way to take it?" He asks. "I'm afraid so." The prisoner sighs. "Alright I'll have the tea." Bella smiles. She hands him the tea. "I knew you'd come around." The prisoner takes a sip. "It's hot. You mind if I take my time with it?" Bella shakes her head. "Not at all. It's actually better that way. Then you can really feel it's effects."