(Hem)Lock Horns

(My sister and our dad’s girlfriend’s daughter, whom I refer to as our step-sister, just returned from a walk. We’re all up at my grandparents’ house in the mountains. I take supplements that I mix into water, and had just fixed a glass when I’m called out of the room. When I come back, there are flowers in my drink.)

Me: “Wait, did you guys just put stuff in the glass I had sitting here?”

Step-Sister: “Uh, yeah, ’cause the flowers need to be in water.”

Me: “But couldn’t you have fixed your own? I was drinking out of this! I had my [supplements] in it!”

Sister: “Ugh, just take them out and drink it, then.”

(I look a little closer at the flowers.)

Me: “Holy f***, that’s hemlock!”

Step-Sister: “And?”

Me: “Throw those out and wash your hands; that stuff’s poisonous. I’ll just fix myself a different drink…”