Janet blushed when the woman called her on the carpet. She couldn't deny it. "Yeah, well, I kind of figured it was something like that," she said, taking the beaker.<br/><br/>Holding the glass tube in her hand, looking at the woman, Janet suddenly wasn't so sure about this. What, exactly, was in this brew? She wished now that it was alcohol, but the brewer herself denied it.<br/><br/><em>It's probably just some herbal remedy,</em>Janet thought.<em>Pureed lawn grass with essence of alfalfa.</em><br/><br/>Janet anticipated that it would probably taste awful, but in the end couldn't do her any harm. She smiled, raised the beaker in salute, and downed the contents in one quick gulp.