Frank puts down the bottled scorpion and backs away as soon as he hears the approaching footsteps, shoving his hands into his pockets and standing there innocently, if a bit awkwardly.

"That depends. Is it going to come in a frozen yoghurt cup?" he asked mirthlessly. He's not sure how he feels about this townwide-imposed dry spell. He's also still apprehensive about depending on this new age homeopathic stuff - or whatever it is Magnus cooks up in those pots. It had taken him a long time to get around to taking the first sip, and so far there hasn't been any side effects. It seemed too good to be true.