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"So, what exactly is that?" Eragon looked into the flagon in front of him, the pink liquid making him feel queasy inside.
"The Elves refer to it as a Milkshake," Saphira replied looking into her own drink, this however was in a large wooden barrel, "and is supposed to taste of strawberries."
"Err…" Eragon smelt it, "It smells more like… I don't know. Something I wouldn't think even an Urgal would touch."
"Come on, Eragon. I'll try it if you're too scared…" Murtagh jibed, but even his face scrunched up, as he smelt the powdery aroma of the Milkshake.
"You have not yet drunk?" Arya entered the room, shock on her face, "that is considered a delicacy by the elves."
Orik harrumphed, not wanting to even see what was in the flagon before him, "Dwarves do not drink elven drinks!" He harrumphed again.
"You would repudiate our hospitality?" Arya leaned her sculpted face to the side, worry concealed artfully within her enchanting features.
"Growling, Orik grabbed his flagon and downed it in one. He licked his lips and admitted, "It wasn't too bad, I suppose."
"Well, if he can drink it…" Eragon took a gulp, the pink liquid leaving a moustache across his top lip.
"Eragon, wipe your top lip." Saphira hummed in her dragonly laugh.
"You finally have some proper facial hair, Eragon!" Murtagh slapped him on the back and laughed.
Eragon shook his head at his friend and wiped his lip with the back of his hand, "If I am brave enough to try it, then why hasn't the fearless Murtagh already drained his cup?"
It was Murtagh's turn to shake his head, but he quickly drank the pink liquid. Surprise coloured his features. "That's not bad at all!"
"Saphira?" Eragon turned his attention to her, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright." She dipped her head into the barrel and lifted it on her face so the bottom pointed to the ceiling, the metal top resting just above the spikes on her neck, "Very tasty!"
As Eragon relayed her comments to the others, she lowered her head, ready to drop the barrel to the ground.
Yet it seemed to have a will of it's own and wouldn't move. "Eragon! I'm stuck!"
Eragon turned to see her clawing at the barrel and laughed, "You, one of the fiercest dragon's in existence, who has destroyed more enemies than any great warrior, has been out witted by a barrel of Milkshake!" He laughed, clutching at his stomach.
The other's, not sure if it was wise to tease a dragon, attempted to pull the barrel away, but it was to no avail.
Finally, Saphira shook away from them warning them through Eragon to stay away, blew out a stream of bright orange flame, rendering the barrel to little more than ashes.
She snorted out a plume of smoke, as if proud of a job well done.
Eragon, struggling to contain his laughter, finally added, "That's a nice necklace you've got there!" He pointed to a metal ring of the barrel that had slipped over her neck, now resting on her shoulders.
Saphira snorted in anger, "Eragon, get this off me. Use magic if you have to!"
"No! It's too funny!" He started to leave the room.
"ERAGON!! COME BACK! IT'S NOT FUNNY!"