"Oh," I said as I stepped into the Kitchen. "Isn't that a lovely picture?"
Dopey lowered the Orange Juice container and looked at me.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.
"Of course." I said, " But I was hoping that before I left I could enjoy a nice glass of calcium fortified juice. I see now that that will not me possible."
Dopey shook the carton. "There's still some left." He said.
"Mixed with your backwash?" I heaved a shudder. "I think not."
- Darkest Hour (The Mediator book 4) Meg Cabot)