Jade

“Hun, I promise this isn’t a shot at your manhood. You don’t need to prove me wrong. That pie will burn your mouth if you’re not used to it.” “Well, now I feel like I’ve been issued a challenge.” Before I could stop him, he snatched a meat pie and took a large bite. I sighed and sat back in my chair to watch the show. Felix grinned triumphantly and kept chewing. Two seconds ticked by. Panic crept into his eyes, but he kept chewing, trying to save face. “Feeling the burn yet?” I asked. He shook his head and placed his hands on his knees. Then leaned back again to thrum his fingers against the bench. Soon his eyes began to water, his face turned redder than a cayenne, and he could no longer contain his coughing fit. I took pity and handed him a flask of water. “Did she imbue it with the souls of the damned?” he sputtered around the flask. “I’ve been burned with fire less hot than this.” “I tried to warn you,” I said, finishing off my pie.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf