"This is one sweet drink," Alex said, smiling politely. "But it packs a punch. Does this have alcohol?"
"Alcohol?" Francesca asked. "What's that? Some kind of human drink?"
"Uh…" Alex had forgotten that the Dryads hadn't left the Shadow Forest for hundreds of years. They might not know the term alcohol. Still, it would not be a bad thing for the Dryads to know about it.
"You see, it's a part of a drink that makes people drunk," Alex explained, but he was limited by his patchy knowledge of alcohol.
Francesca raised her brows. "What does drunk mean?"
"It means that when people drink a lot of it, sometimes they turn funny."
"Turn funny… like Dim Dim?" Francesca pointed at the little bun that was chugging the fruit juice the Dryads had given it. When Dim Dim put down the empty cup, it giggled. It then swayed side to side, fell to the ground, and rolled two-and-a-half times before coming to a stop.
