"I have not." The imperious tones are dulcet, and yet clipped and proper. The reason why she demurs is clear in her hands, however--she's holding a cup of tea.

"However, I have already tried the tea, so I can tell you truly that they're not attempting to poison us, yet."

Isn't Yotsuyu just a little ray of sunshine? She looks askance at the scenery passing by outside one of the windows, brows furrowing slightly.

"It is rather good, though. The tea, I mean." That part, however? All awkward. Unused to making small talk, she is. One might think, by her tone, that she's used to giving orders, instead.