Jono was kind of staring at the bartender preparing the drink, wearing a look of vaguely bemused horror as the whole concoction was topped off with a cherry. And rainbow sprinkles.

"No kidding," he said, eyebrow raised. "Any drink that's topped off like that can only be intended for men looking to attract men, I think. Like the going out and drinking equivalent of just signalling with flags and being done with it."

The drink, as much as it could be considered that, was set down in front of him, and Jono eyed it warily.

"I think I might actually need a spoon for this."