Owen shrugged, "It was supposed to be edible, it was borderline for that, so I wouldn't like to put money on any of 'em." Moving back towards Shawn, he added, "Most people who ate there were paralytic, or pretty damned close- just as well really, the booze probably killed off... AH-CHOO."
Every step he took, the sneezing got worse, eyes closed, he lurched, eyes closed, in the direction of the table. His hand touched the table top, some of the pepper stuck to his hand and he sneezed loudly, his hand automatically moving towards his face.