She pointed at a tall amber bottle on the shelf to his left. It was labeled Summer Tonic and was warm to the touch. He looked around guiltily, then pulled out the cork.
It tasted like the smell of mowed grass — or was it the sound of a lawnmower? A tingle ran up and down his spine, and for a moment Danny had the strangest sensation he’d grown a tail. He felt behind him and breathed a sigh of relief when his hand met empty air.