Espen stared at the drink he had been pased, a little frightened as to what it might taste like. Still, he wasn't about to back down now. He heared what Tykier said and was happy that he enjoyed the drink, which unfortunatly put more pressure on Espen to like Tykier's too. He honestly hoped that it was as good as Tykier made it seem, and he promised himself that he'd give Tykier his name if he survived his close encounter with the healthy-kind.
Taking a deep breath, as if to dive underwater, Espen plugged his mouth on the straw and gave a small sip of the shake. It was...strange. The sweetness was good, very good but the strong bannana flavour and all the other yucky sensations were actually dulled out by the milk in the shake. Espen actually...kinda-sorta liked it.
After realizing that it wasn't as bad as he had thought, Espen snuck an extra normal sip to get a fuller flavour, which was a little stronger than he wanted, but still tasty enough that a smile crept over his face as he turned to Tykier.
"S'nice-like Ice-cweam!" Espen declared, much like a judge, and handed the boy back his drink "Im Espen. Whats yoar name?"
