Cynthia stepped down off her horse, Ruby Moon. Tying her to a post she went into a nearby bar. Her teacher wouldn't approve of her doing this, but they were polar opposites on just about every subject matter except alchemy.

"What'll be?" the bartender asked.

"I'll have whatever that green stuff is," Cynthia said.

"Alright, but just be aware it tastes so bad it has to be dilluted with water."

"That's alright, I want something with a little kick," she said.

He poured her glass, adding water to dilute it. She took a sip and made a disgusted face.

"What is this, poison?" she asked.

"No, it's call absinthe. Not for the faint of heart."

"It's positively vile ... I like it."