Once upon a time...

Woke up in the middle of the night feeling not quite right.

Opened the curtains and checked the moon's phase. First quarter. So it couldn't be PMT. Took a quick peek at the old aura. Not a pretty sight. Plenty of ochre tingeing there. Couple of brown specks too. Not a good sign.

Wandered down to the kitchen, took the limeade from the 'fridge, and stood the glass on the talking plate. Wouldn't want to overdose on the green stuff.

"There, there," the soothing voice said. "Drink it all up. Not too fast now. We don't want you getting hiccups, do we? Not on top of the heartburn."

Gadgetry coutresy of Scientific American: What a Little Limeade Can Do.