Cid saw the doctor walk off to the kitchen. "You makin' drinks, Doc?" He was going to follow Reeve, but this was a perfect opportunity. He entered the kitchen only a few seconds after Cidolfus, looking at what all he was taking out to serve them. "Well I'll be, yer makin' tea? Not bad." He laughed, going over to the far side of the kitchen and leaning up against a counter, going through one of his pants pockets.

"Vince likes coffee though." He held up a small vial with a tiny, single, transparent pellet inside. Sleeping medicine from the local apothecary, the good doctor should note. His voice got a bit quieter; "Seein' as he's half he reason we're here, think it'd be any trouble to accommodate 'im a little?" The last thing Cid wanted Vincent to freak out about was this mess as a whole. And if Cidolfus wanted to talk about why Cid had what he did, why he was going to spike Vincent's drink, he would comply.