"It's not going to kill you."
"We don't know that."
"Prove me wrong."
Sting looked aghast. "You want me to kill myself? That's dark."
Rogue rolled his eyes and snatched the spoon from Sting's hand, jabbing it into the black bean soup and holding up a mouthful for the blond to eat. "Open wide."
"If Natsu once got sick eating lightning, then as the white dragon—" Rogue shoved the spoon into Sting's mouth while the idiot tried to rattle off his excuse.
Sting flinched, grimaced, pulled the spoon out, and swallowed. Then he told Rogue honestly, "It just tastes gross."