"A Juicy Lucy! You know, a spittake!" Crow said. Joel had taught them all about the art of the spittake, after all...he had to teach them, since he had been the only one around with lips.

"Ohhh, relax! It was just a little bit of rum in there! Not gonna kill ya or anything!" Tom added. Surely, with the sort of places this kid had to have been, he would have encountered a little spiked punch before.