"...What is almond milk." Erik stares at her. Milk... with... almonds? His eyebrows crease. It actually doesn't sound that bad. As for whatever a smoothie was. Well. No time like the present, literally. He clasps both hands around the tall glass when it's offered and his eyes get wider when he tries it. He must like it, because he keeps drinking it, but then he grimaces hard. He's actually smiling, though. "Ice-cream headache," he explains, dry.