Chris Traeger is a perfect storm of emotions. (waytogo) wrote in the100,
Chris turned the jar in his hands, regarding its contents skeptically. Somehow the moonshine's clarity wasn't all that reassuring -- to say nothing of the comparison to cleaning products -- but he lifted it to his lips anyway. "Oh, my," he wheezed as the alcohol of indeterminate origin burned its way down his throat. "That is... quite awful." And people thought he was weird for consuming so many frequently-foul-tasting herbs. The concept wasn't all that different, he supposed: self-medicating with something unpleasant to relieve anxieties intolerable.
He took another swig, then turned to Cecil with a puzzled frown. "Tea liver? I'm not sure what you-- Oh! No, no, no, the tea is to stimulate your liver, not to kill it! Did you know that without our livers, this alcohol we're drinking would stay inside of us forever? And not just alcohol; the liver filters out all sorts of toxins from our bodies. That's why we need this tea to help keep it in tip-top shape." With an enthusiastic flourish, Chris produced a small pouch of herbs from his bag. A heaping portion went into the steel cup that used to be his Thermos lid, followed by hot water. Then he passed the remainder of the pouch to his friend. "Here, you can smell it! I added goji berries for just a hint of sweetness."