Mitch eyed his milkshake dubiously when it arrived, stirring the thick drink with his straw. “Butterscotch, you said?” “Uh-huh.” He took a tentative sip and his eyes popped wide. A couple of heftier sips later, he raised his hands in the air and bent as far as he could over the table. “I bow to you, O Wise One Who Has All Earthly Knowledge of the Good Foods.”
