"That's the stuff, innit? Like happiness in a jar. Here, hold this and I'll get the Tums."

Mike plops his own spoon into his mouth for safe keeping as he hands off the jar got Elizabeth. Then...the routing through the many pockets of his cargo shorts begins. Nope, not that one. DEFINITELY not that one.

"Here we go," he says around the spoon. Triumphant he holds the small roll of chalky tablets up for her perusal.