"Bottoms up"
What was in that drink?
"Have a drink, Mr. Donne."
Roger smiled. "No thianks. I know the trick. Food and drink in Fairyland makes for a long stay."
Uncle Chu chuckled. "Don't be silly, my boy. That's for your European fae. Sip, sup, and be enslaved forever. Very uncivilized. I promise you, my people practice no such tricks." He nodded to the glass. "Please, drink."
Chrys wouldn't like it if he hacked off her favorite uncle. He nodded and tossed back the glass.
Seconds later, Roger slid off the chair, gasping, limbs leaden. "My people," Uncle Chu continued, standing over him now, "prefer to poison their enemies outright."