Pushed to the point of no return.
Scandalized beyond reproach.
Dead only to be revived.
Owen Mylor could see all of that written plainly on the faces of his friends.
Not that he looked any better.
In fact, he was fairly certain he had worn the exact same expression just moments ago, at least until he managed to collect himself.
Their reaction was admittedly late. They had entered the Activity Center, and could barely even remember their names after being rightfully distracted. So unfortunately, only now had they finally gotten around to actually eating something.
And it was really something, alright.
In fact, as someone fortunate enough to receive the occasional windfall of grace from his brother, his parents, and then from his job, he was probably qualified to say that the thing called mango float was really good.
