It worked. Crysta just shrugs a little shoulder up, a nonchalant you got me. She's not going to correct him this time. The last shot in this prismatically accurate rainbow is creme de violette straight, and probably atrocious. But she's curious, so she's willing to risk it. She taps it against the bar. "All right. Last one. Truth or shot. What did Raine like...do. That you're still mad." Enoch doesn't hold on to emotions, even anger, for this long. This new development is, as her own brother would say, an outlier.

"...I drink the shot if you tell the truth and I don't need fancy powers to tell if you're lying."