"This is naaasty stuff."
Adam poked at the mysterious concoction. Not with his hand, of course. A metal spoon. No way on earth would he ever touch it much less drink it, which was what Kris was trying to get him to do.
Kris (that little devil!) stared in fascination at the liquid? sloshing up against the tall, smooth sides of the pitcher. A funny guy, he was. After deciding to throw the remains of lunch (spaghetti with meat sauce, it used to be yum-yum) into a container, add some Coke, lemonade, salt, sugar, pepper, cream, and God knows what else, he'd mixed it all up with the spoon that Adam was holding right now. "An