"Well sir, they seemed to have said "Drink from the bowl and be transformed.", Abernathy said unsure.
"The hell? Transform? What are they talking about?", Brian exclaimed.
"Well, their are myths that the Merovingans had a..."
"Shut up and just ask them", Brian interrupted Abernathy. Abernathy started speaking in their strange celtic language again. After more than a minute the bowl made a sound quite similar to laughter.
"What did they say?", Brian asked.
"Erm, nothing sir. I think they just laughed.", Abernathy replied. Brian sighed. Whatever these things were, they weren't very cooperative.
"Couldn't you ask them to specify?", Brian asked again. Abernathy said something again. The bowl didn't move. Brian patiently waited for something to happen. After around 5 minutes of awkward silence, it started speaking again.
"Oh that's a hard one... Changes, alters, erm, depends! Yes, depends on uhhhhhh, blood type? Or erm blood race?", Abernathy translated.
"I think it means it depends on your ancestry.", Brian corrected him. He looked around in the room.
"Soooo, anyone here want to try a sip?", Brian said, not expecting an anwser.
But then a small voice piped up. "I-I-i would sir."
Everyone looked over to the far corner in which the young science assistant stood. He was no more than 19 and very shy and easily overlooked.
Brian looked at him in uder disbelieve. "You serious? You don't know what could happen. It could be poisonous or you could be mind controlled or even worse!", Brian explained him.
"I-I kn-know. Bu-but I think I would try it anyway.", the small boy added, blushing.
"Well, who were your ancestors", Brian asked.
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