Justin shrugged dramatically, as if that were the most ridiculous question anyone had ever asked him. "She gives me crap like this all the time. She says it will help with your wolf."
Ava smiled, amused at the obvious suffering in the boy's voice. "Smells like coconut."
Justin made a face. "And I get the nasty stuff instead," he whined, stomping away with all the melodrama of a man who had suffered too much in his young life.
Ava laughed under her breath, bringing the mug to her lips and taking a tentative sip. It was surprisingly… good.
"You want some?" she asked Dennis. "It's tasty."
Dennis snorted. "Whatever Missy gives you is tailored for you and you alone," he said, eyeing the drink with suspicion, as if it might suddenly sprout legs and attack him.
Ava finished the last of the concoction, the warmth settling in her stomach. She pushed herself up and gathered the dishes. "I'll take this to the kitchen."
Dennis immediately stood. "I'll help."
