Hunched over the Flavor Queen table, the minotaur peered down at the plastic cup.
“It’s pink.”
Becca handed him a straw. “There’s strawberries in it.”
He slurped, then licked lips perplexed.
“What is this?”
“A milkshake.”
“Milk!? I’m lactose intolerant!”
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