Throg's in the middle of a drinking contest right now. Perhaps if you guys can wait a day, he can join up then. I'm not sure how time works in this universe. Meanwhile... Throg considers the brandy placed before him, then shifts his attention to the ingredients. He was really hoping for some hops to mix with the onion and tongue, but alas, they are not there. He pulls out the beryl, onion, ivory and leek, but hesitates before adding them to the drink. This could have too drastic an effect. He puts the beryl, onion and ivory back on the tray. He definitely needs to take a leek. Next he grabs the fur, amber, moonstone and emerald, to combine with the leek. But will those ingredients be powerful enough to completely thaw the drink? Perhaps not. The emerald and moonstone may be of use, but not the rest. After several more minutes of contemplation, Throg gets tired of thinking and tosses the moonstone, emerald and leek into the brandy. Then he closes his eyes, grabs a final ingredient randomly and plops it in. After opening his eyes, he sees that the tongue is gone from the tray. "This drink was so cold it was hard as a rock. Any man who can't fix it can go suck a lollipop." [Any man who can't fix it can go pop and lock] [Any man who can't fix it can jump off a dock] [Drinking it about made my ticker go tock - TomB] [I suck at rhymes too] Couldn't think of a rhyme here. Spiderman can feel free to edit appropriately. Throg will slurp the brandy.