"Wei-qianbei, exactly how many of these have you had?"

He has the sneaking suspicion it certainly is more than two. Sizhui glances at the cups then picks up another one, carefully sniffing it. No alcohol. He drinks it and his eyes widen. He looks at the cup, then looks at the group he's taken it from.

Tea.

Sizhui's eyes widen even more at that.