I need a cup of Tea

So my girlfriend and I are making up a continent mostly inhabited by Elves and fae-like races and we mentioned how the Elves would most likely play favorites with them instead of humans and whatnot.

GF: “Ok, so we’re going the hoity toity route,then?”

Me: “Yeah, Elves are pretty much meangirls, aren’t they?”

GF: “Oh my god… I can totally imagine Thranduil dressed up as Regina George.”

Context: All of this is OOC. After a bad roll, the party Bard, currently armed with a mallet, managed to cut herself on darts treated with a hallucinogen, both crafted by our Witch. An antidote was found, but not before we entered combat. We were trying to figure out how well she could fight while still under the influence when…

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DM: Wait. [Bard], roll perception. You’re not cured yet, so we’re going to check if you’re lucid enough to figure out what to hit.

Bard: Yeah, see…

Bard: We were discussing [Witch] just spinning me around and pointing me at the target.

Bard: Guided percussion missile.