A moment's hesitation. Then Marcella lifted a cluster of translucent gray berries, cold and dry in her palm. "I don't know its name. But I've seen it in old texts. Supposedly edible, sweet. But too much brings confusion, hallucinations then paralysis and death."
Aurelia's eyes gleamed with something like approval. "Impressive."
Marcella returned the berries to their place. "I wasn't aware being your sister-in-law came with an entrance exam."
"Oh, it doesn't," Aurelia said, beginning to crush leaves into the mortar. "But being a Montclair does." Her hands were methodical as she poured steaming water into the obsidian bowl. The scent rose… earthy, sharp, almost spicy.
Marcella watched the motion. "And what would this test have proven?"
Aurelia didn't answer immediately. She stirred once, twice then slid the bowl across the table. "It would've told me if you're clever or reckless, if you were taught sermons… or survival."
