"Huh," he said, moving closer to her. "May I?" he asked so he could take the milk from her and smell it. "It does smell like milk, but not bad milk." He had had his share of sour milk in the past, and he knew it well.
"Eddie," he nodded in agreement. "You're...Lucy, I think, right? I'm still trying to meet everyone. There's a lot of us. Wait...is your coffee green?" He glanced down at the cup in her hand. "This is so weird."