Dialogue between Akelaide and Melody.
Melody looked quizzically at the glass Akelaide was offering her. The liquid was a soft, murky brown, and Akelaide was giving her a creepy grin.
“What’s this?” She was still very confused. “Is this some kind of poison or...” Akelaide’s grin got a lot creepier.
“I read on your phone that it was a delicacy to you modern folk. I think it was-” Melody flipped out.
“You were in my phone? But how? It’s kind of password locked! You couldn’t have-” Akelaide cut into her statement quickly.
“Sorry, but I just have a talent for guessing passwords.” She shrugged. “It’s nothing bad. Come on. Take this. I’ve been holding it for five whole minutes now.”
“Okay, but I still don’t know what it is.” Akelaide rolled her eyes.
“It’s called talk-a-lot silt. It’s really good! See? Even I can drink it.” She took a sip. “Yum.”
“Wait. Don’t you mean chocolate milk?” Melody laughed. “Yeah. I’ll take it. Thanks, Sis.”