You don't recognize the fruits of your labor? [ Sholmes raises his drink to the light for easier inspection. It's a pinkish color, though some layers of the drink have naturally separated, as if repulsed by their own part in this concoction. Oh yes, there's ice, of course. ] I couldn't choose between all of the tantalizing offerings, so I thought to myself: Sholmes, why not combine them into one?

[ He takes a sip and somehow manages to maintain a smile even as he barely gags it down. His voice is strained after the swallow. ] A stroke of genius, don't you think?