"Right," Stan agreed, standing up again, his palm still open and holding the little colored mushrooms. He wasn't going to eat them all obviously. They'd just been sort of fun to pick, and once he'd had one, he'd had to make it three just on principle. "Just one."
He picked the blue and yellow one he'd already been eyeing up most and then squinted at Killian's choice, all pink and purple. Very cute, in its own right. "At once. On three? Do you suppose these are kosher?" As if any possibly drugged mushrooms were ever going to be kosher. It didn't seem to matter to Stan presently since he went ahead and popped one into his mouth on three anyway, eyes on Killian the whole time.
"It tastes like a jolly rancher." But chewy. And it melted in his mouth a bit quicker than he was expecting.