...and now I have this image of fourteen-year-old Zack drinking a potion for the first time, and him going from half-dead to jumping up and down flailing and trying to wipe his tongue off with his hands to make the taste go away and screaming about how Angeal was trying to kill him and "Ptuey!"ing and "YUCK!"ing all over the place, trying to spit whatever might be left out.
And Angeal raising an eyebrow and saying, "See? You're better already. Told you they worked."