[Tonic makes a thoughtful sound from across the room... but whether that is in reaction to the wondered comment or just in response to something he sees on the shelf is not entirely clear.

he pulls down a couple of things. a paper bag, a tin, and something wrapped in cloth. something gets pulled out of his small ice-box as well, a box of leftovers from somewhere, it would seem.]

Oh, just a couple of hours. [he casually mentions this as he brings his things over.] Maybe less, depending on how quickly your body processes these kinds of things. I'm not sure what the rules are for people made of poison...

[he sets his packages on the table with a clever little smirk.]

But we'll have to see, won't we?