Eggnog is gross, so I'm not the best person to write a drabble about it. But here's the precious lil Oyama family for that prompt.

I saw no difference between this thick, soupy drink and sludge. Though I'd never tasted sludge, I imagined the two weren't far apart. The way it sloshed around as I tilted the glass made me think of spoiled milk. "Tochiro, what is this made from?"

With Mayu swaddled in his lap, he showed no interest in looking my way. That usual contented smile warmed his face as he watched over our daughter. She grasped one of his fingers, while his other hand held his own glass.

"Tochiro," I called again. When that still didn't grab his attention, I switched tactics. "Harlock is taking the Arcadia out for a test run."

His head shot up, eyes wide behind those thick glasses. "What!? But it's not finished yet!"

Before he could jump up and run around like a headless chicken, I raised a hand to stop him. "I lied. I just wanted your attention."

He blinked, a bright grin breaking out across his face. "You can always have my attention."

"Unless Mayu is stealing it," I said. He shrugged, unable to deny it. Pulling my hair forward to lie over my shoulder, I strode over and sat in front of him. The glass I placed between us with a solid clunk. "So, what is this horrible drink made from?"

"You don't like it?" He took another sip of his glass, his head slightly tilted. "You know, I have no idea what eggnog is made out of."

This did not convince me to continue drinking. "It has the consistency and taste of sludge," I said. "I'm not convinced it's safe to drink."

He laughed through his teeth, as he was prone to do. "I think it's alright. I'd guess it's made with eggs, and that's why it's kind of thick. They're in the name anyway. If you want, you can always add some alcohol to drown out the taste. I know Harlock puts bourbon in his, but he spikes everything. Anyway, I've been drinking it for years, so I promise it won't make you sick. Mayu would probably like it."

My eyes narrowed in on him. "Mayu does not need to be drinking anything of the sort." Harlock already had a bad habit of giving her bits of food and drinks she didn't need to be anywhere near. Unless Tochiro felt like joining him on the list of people banned from babysitting, Mayu would not suffer through a sip of eggnog.

Tochiro immediately shook his head, a nervous laugh bubbling at his lips. "I was kidding. I don't think babies are supposed to drink the stuff anyway."

Even so, I pulled the glass from his hand and picked mine up from the floor. "You shouldn't be drinking it either," I said. All of this horrible drink needed to go down the drain.

"Aw, don't throw it out," he pleaded, but he couldn't move with Mayu sleeping in his lap. His eyes darted from the drinks to his daughter until he gave up with a sigh. I paused at the sink before echoing him. Of course the gross drink was harmless, and he wouldn't give it to Mayu. He'd never let anything harmful anywhere near her, other than Harlock at least.

"Alright," I said. "I'll put it in the fridge for now. You can have it later. Just drink my share while you're at it."

His expression lit up back to its usual carefree grin. "Thanks, Emeraldas. I would have felt bad if I had to tell Harlock we threw it out after he went to the trouble of getting it for us."

I blinked at him, the fridge door hanging open. "Harlock is the one who got this? Oh, it definitely needs to be thrown out then."