Vincent makes another disgruntled sound, hearing that he might have just tried to eat a normal houseplant or something. How the fuck would food prepared in a kitchen get a bit of the table plant in it...?

...Unless. Someone here already has a track record with dubious plant placement over drinks. Vincent slowly turns on Irahl, narrowing his eyes at him with suspicion
(though again, if it seems like he's making eye contact, is a complete and total accident). He points an accusing finger in Irahl's direction.

"...If I find out you put that in my bowl, I'm gonna sign myself up for another afternoon hidin' from the cops."