Alice watched Charlotte go. “Ok then.” She muttered, turning to the food laid out on the table. She filled her glass with pumpkin juice, nearly spitting it out before forcing herself to swallow. “Ew. That doesn’t taste right.” She turned to Krystin. “Is this nasty or is it just me.” She quickly glanced at Krystin’s glass. “It seems you’ve been avoiding it as well, and every time I see you you’re drinking pumpkin juice.” She eyed her own glass once more, nearly shuddering at the memory of the foul taste. Sighing she picked up another goblet and filled it with apple juice. Taking a sip, she smiled. “Yes, much better.” |