I don’t know what it was, but the second it hit the floor it was in my mouth and gone.
“Quite the little culinarian, aren’t you?” Jay asked. “That was a Brussel sprout.”
“And it sure went down in a hurry,” added Em.
“Rerawawarr?” I asked.
“No, not broccoli, a Brussel sprout.”
It was good, I thought, though a bit soft. Tangy.
“That was the lemon juice,” said Jay.
I smacked my lips together, still working the taste and texture of it through my mouth. My tongue kept hitting my palate as though looking for more. I looked around the floor but I guess that was the only one.
“One time event, buddy,” said Jay. “Those things don’t fall from the sky every day.”
“Now I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if it kills him,” said Em.
“I’m pretty sure he’ll be okay,” said Jay.