Chapter 9: Pick-me-UpEpi returned a few minutes later, carrying a metal pitcher filled with steaming liquid. Jerome followed, watching my reaction with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Epi dropped the pitcher onto the table in front of me and a tumbler shimmered into being beside it.
I peered in the top of the pitcher and wrinkled my nose in disgust. “What on earth is that?”
It smelled strongly of rotting garbage and when I poured a measure into the tumbler, it was a peculiar shade of brown. I picked up the tumbler, eyeing it with no small amount of apprehension. There was smoke wafting from the top of it, a fact which I found more than a little disturbing. “I thought you needed me, Epi? This crap looks like it's going to kill me!”
“Just drink it, and don't be such a baby,” Epi grumbled
