“Me and the other girls from the power plant, we come here after work all the time. Their special milkshakes are to die for. I haven't found a single flavor that I didn't like."

He wasn’t sure what to think after a brief review of the beverage menu, however. There was, of course, the standard troika of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, but beyond these few, there was little he could trust. "Yellow cake" seemed straightforward enough for a milkshake flavor, but "deuterium," not so much. The list continued to perplex: "classic uranium," “thorium praline,” “cobalt chip,” and even something called "red mercury." While he hoped these names were euphemisms, the amber glow in her eyes was beginning to seem suspiciously bright.

"What is it that you said you do at the power plant again?" He asked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?” She smiled with half her face. "I'm one of its leaves."

Behind closed doors, people eat all kinds of strange things.