An Acquired Taste

By the time the service reached communion that morning, I had already extracted Yali from the service due to his breaching of the local noise ordinance. So I heard about Puck’s experience later, on the drive to the Big House.

“They were out of grape juice,” he explained.

“So you had wine again, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Well, I’m proud of you for keeping it down and not causing a scene.”

“I almost did.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it was so bad, I had to go out and get a drink from the drinking fountain.”

“That bad, eh?”

“It tasted like barf, with lemon!”