"It's my pleasure. You know I enjoy spending time with you," Tycho said, smiling as Ford called himself lucky. "There would be many who would disagree," he could not resist teasing. At the very least, his reputation for being 'odd' had never seemed to be much of a problem to Ford.

Tycho didn't know what had been in that potion but he wasn't feeling anything. He was feeling his usual, jovial self. Perhaps even more so because he got to hang out with Ford all evening even if the circumstance behind that was not very ideal.

"I haven't really felt anything from it," Tycho admitted. "I am glad you feel that way, it's mutual." Unlike Ford, Tycho had began to notice that his lover had been a lot more forthcoming than usual. Was the potion perhaps something that just let your true feelings out beyond what you would normally filter? Maybe the reason he was not noticing anything in himself was that he personally had minimal filter to begin with? ""Why don't we head out to the terrace? I'm told the view of the gardens is gorgeous."