The actives and pledges gathered around the little furry alien, holding their half-full red or blue Solo cups. The chanting subsided and Mede looked up at them. "Now, what do I do?"
The one calling himself 'Flounder' said: "You just eat it."
"The powder, but not the spoon?"
Several of them laughed, but were quickly shushed. Flounder affirmed: "Yup."
They'd given him a teaspoon instead of a tablespoon, on account of his diminutive size. He put it in his mouth, withdrew the empty spoon; he let the powder sit, swished it around. After a while, he swallowed. "What happens next?"