“What do you think is in it?” asked Ron, giving the container a cautious prod.
“I’m not sure,” said Derrick. His voice cracked, revealing that his bravery was feigned. “Open it and look.”
Ron left the container sitting on the shelf, but reached in and lifted the corner of the lid ever so slightly, as if trying to prevent an escape.
“It looks like meat!” offered Derrick.
Ron risked tilting the container a bit. “But it’s runny! Is meat usually runny?”
“Well,” offered Derrick, “it is brown. Meat is brown, right?”
“That’s what I read.” admitted Ron.
Derrick’s eyes grew wide. He ducked behind Ron with a start. “It moved! I saw it move.”
“I don’t think so,” replied Ron. “I think that was from me sloshing it around.”
“No,” said Derrick, unconvinced, “that lump… the see-through glob floating near the back. I think it looked at me.”
Ron grinned. “Flip you for the first taste.”
“Uh, no.” said Derrick. He’d taken on a distinctively green tint. “You found it, you can have the first taste.”