There were many goblets here, and Poke had no idea which one was the right one. She heard someones voice telling her she would regain a memory if she go the right one. She looked at the party, the nagging feeling of guilt at knowing much of their party were gone.
It took her a little while to figure out which goblet she should take. She ended up taking a golden one, with plenty of gems, and drunk the contents inside. It was a warm drink, and visions of pumpkins filied her head.
She then felt...funny. Something was on her head. Her back felt heavy....
...Why was she wearing a shell.
She turned to the rest of the group
"You guys got any cucumbers?" She said, for some strange reason feeling attracted to their behinds...
