"Yep. Pretty simple." Three ingredients, tasty stuff comes from it. Taylor shuts off the blender and pops the lid, pouring it carefully into one glass, then the other. It takes a little jiggling of the pitcher to get it to actually flow out- which is deal. Just thick enough. "Awesome. There was a place back home when I was a kid that made whoever was on shake duty flip it upside down over their head before serving it. Fuckups weren't pretty."

Reason he learned the ideal ratio pretty goddamn quick as a teen, working there. Two straws plunked in and that's it. Milkshakes. "Go ahead."