The pink peacock narrows her eyes at the bottle, then picks it up and is about to sniff it when her twin shrieks and leaps forward. He seizes her wrist and squeezes it until she lets go of the bottle.

"Are you insane?!" the blue peacock whimpers. "Oh yes, let me sniff the bottle of poison someone died from."

He lets go of his twin and turns to Lights, suddenly relatively composed.

"What about the other corpse, darling?" he says. "And, ah. Were they just ... locked up in here?"