He sorely doubted they were telling the truth, even if the nurses may have believed they were. Even so, Claude figured it would be pretty depressing to drive that point home, so he let it rest. The important thing was that they hadn't given Lloyd anything.

Instead, he glanced over at his food when Lloyd asked about it. Scratching the back of his head, his expression suddenly turned sheepish. "Oh, me? U-um, well...yeah. It tastes fine, actually! The food here normally does, for whatever that's worth. I do have a cast-iron stomach, though, so I might not be the best judge of food quality."

Joking aside, there was probably a chance it was laced with something, but it wasn't like he could let himself starve, either. They had plenty of opportunities to drug them whenever they felt like, so he didn't see why they would need to sprinkle stuff in their meals.