Context: Our bard had lost an arm, and was getting a potion of Regrow Limb made, and the alchemist claimed they needed oleander for the potion.

Swashbuckler: Oleander is a poison, I should know! I was slipping it in my father’s food for years!

Ranger, who nat 1d Knowledge Nature: Yeah, and he didn’t die, did he? Because it’s NOT a poison!

Swashbuckler: … y'know what? Maybe you’re right.