"Nah, we're not talking again. There was an incident. Things were said, someones owl was frozen, someone got hurt, I don't want to get into it." Peter waved his hand in dismissal as he knocked back one of the drinks himself and tilted his head up, letting the fire burst into the air instead of messily all over the place like Miguel did. "Whatever. Like he'd fucking help anyway."

After chugging down the water, Miguel pulled himself back onto his seat and beamed at the others. "I could ask Tulio to help us get more ingredients. Just don't tell him I'm mixing drinks with you guys." There was a pause and then Miguel licked his lips and turned to Joaquin. "It tastes sort of like Charcoal ice cream. It's good."

"Barely hurts." Offering one out to Tugger, Peter shook the glass temptingly. "Come on, it's not going to be like that one that made everyone cough bubbles. It won't last any longer than ten seconds."

"I liked the bubble one!" Miguel added with a beaming bright smile.