Vianna smiled as Ferris asked if she suspected he was going to poison her, and she shook her head slightly. "No... but these don't always taste like fruit. They're kind of like Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans except in popsicle form," she said before tasting the popsicle Ferris had just handed her. And just as he had promised, it tasted like cherry, not earwax or anything funky like that. "Here, I'll trade you this one for my pineapple one," she said, giving the boy her pineapple red popsicle which only had about a bite left, as the rest of it had already been eaten.