Erin: (looking at the potion with distaste) It's green.

Sean: All good medicines are green.

Erin: But ew. (pause) I mean, I'm gonna drink it, but I'm thinking about the first time I tried 'tussin(*), and it made me want to yark. (pause, then the drinking of 'quil(*), and the making of an ugly face)

Sean: Yeah, not much better than 'tussin(*), is it?

Erin: It tastes like licorice. Yuck.

Sean: I know. I didn't want to tell you.

* names abbreviated to protect the exceedingly icky to have to drink