“Get Marston,” Arthur said, holding back a laugh as he pointed to John - who was standing across camp, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

You walked toward John, your ‘potion’ in a little glass jar. Your potion was made up of lake water, and a lot lemon. It looked quite similar to juice, to be honest.

John turned around when you called him, “Hmh?” John knelt infront of you.

“Juice!” You innocently smiled, that smile twisting evil as John took a sip from it.