Skills

It took over an hour to go around the circle. Everyone shared their impressive skills, from lock picking to small engine repair to making the best fried chicken on planet Earth. When it was Georgie's turn, she looked at her watch and then smiled sweetly. Reaching into her apron, she pulled out a couple of handfuls of tiny vials and asked everyone to pass them, take one, and drink it. "Ooooo," Stanley responded excitedly, "do you know how to distill?" Georgie nodded, but held her hand up. "I do, but this is not moonshine; this is antidote. The timing of the mild poison is 90 minutes to impact, and I didn't think we'd exceed that. I want you all to be safe." They stared, open-mouthed. "No, seriously, drink up," Georgie encouraged them. "I have a bastion of Old World practical knowledge and application methods in my head, but the thing I always bring to the table is that I'm never perceived as a threat. I'm practically invisible." Mabel felt a curious pain begin in her spleen area, and let out a shriek.