Drink anyone?

The brat should be given a science blue ribbon at the county fair for his latest concoction. He actually figured out what makes up cough syrup! A few simple ingredients, so he says. I've never needed the stuff and don't plan on accepting any drinks from him that aren't fresh from the cow.

Typing in a few of the bottles they have, the brat came up with a list of drinks that could be made. The first one they managed to drink. The second went straight down the sink after both tried it. Equal parts of Midori and Vodka, topped with Grenadine. Supposed to be a watermelon shot or something to that effect, but the look the brat had after taking a healthy swig spoke otherwise. He was trying to keep it down when he handed it (that's my brat, always willing to share) to Cam, who for some unknown reason didn't use logic. Logic would dictate that if your partner is a pasty shade of green with a contorted face, you shouldn't drink what he just drank. Cam had a momentary loss of the much needed logic and took a healthy swig himself. He didn't turn green but his face matched the brat and had anyone been looking, they'd have run screaming.

That was the end of that. Pet the cat. Give another watermelon shooter to the brat, he looks good in green. Besides, he's quiet.