11 Unicorn Street, Thursday afternoon

Jaye was having a weird day. Which was why she was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, occasionally licking her hand and seeing if she felt any sort of buzz from the beer flavor. Nothing so far. Maybe this meant that she'd actually ingested so much alcohol at this point that she'd become supersaturated. Which would be kind of awesome.

And from her coffee table, she heard the wax lion say something that sounded a lot like "Go Brown."

"Shut up," Jaye told it. "You're just jealous you don't taste like beer."