James watched her throat bob as she chugged the contents of her pint glass. "I don't think you can flush it out." He gave Shimmer's abdomen a sympathetic glance.
"Hey, Ruby!" He signaled the bartender to come closer, then reassured Shimmer, "Don't worry. She'll be discreet." He leaned across the bar and murmured instructions, after which the curly-haired employee began gathering a shaker of a white spice, two fresh slices of green fruit, a handle of liquid, and two tiny glasses in front of them.
James leaned against the bar and faced Shimmer. "This is a sacred ritual I'm about to show you. It's guaranteed to help with your problem. Watch." James began to go through the motions. "You lick your hand. Then sprinkle salt on it. Lick it off. Drink the magic tonic. Bite the enchanted fruit and squeeze the juice in your mouth. But it's a race. If the spellcaster finishes first, the ritual goes wrong and you end up with two in there instead of one." He pointed at her.