Erin: (looking through cabinets) I need a milkshake. Anyone see where the blender got to?
Scooter: (at table, reading comic books) Oh, yeah, Beige borrowed it. Wanted to hack up some kind of swamp plant for some allergy medicine he's working on.
(from Beige's room comes the sound of something being pulped in a blender, and the sound of something sloshing into a bowl)
Beige: Hmm...needs more moss juice...(more blender noises) Let's see...yes! Eureka!
Storyteller: Oh, just like Archimedes...when he discovered the secret of volume.
Nora: Right before he ran through the streets in his birthday suit...and we don't need that here.
Erin: I don't care what he does, as long as he washes out the blender. I don't think I want to be tasting moss juice in my milkshake.
Beige: (enters, carrying blender and a vial of some greenish puree) My friends, put your decongestants and your nasal sprays away, this glorious goo will get you through allergy season with nary a sniffle. (to Erin) It's especially useful against alder pollen.
Storyteller: Oh, right...remember that trip we took a few years ago?
Nora: Yeah, right when the alders were starting to leaf out. Made for some kind of fun on the flight home, as I remember.
Erin: My sinuses ache at the memory.
Scooter: How good is that stuff against mold spores? I can't go down into the basement without sneezing my head off anymore.
Beige: Works like a charm. And if you'll come back, I have some mold samples, so I'll prove it right there for you...
Storyteller: Um, how about we save the lab tests for later, clean out the blender and have a smoothie or something?
(Some time later, everyone has been provided with a milkshake, smoothie or some other cold, frothy edible.)