Zanoc

Zanoc watched her raise the glass to her lips and take a small sip.

"How is it?" he asked, a smile creeping over his face.

"Warm," she replied, smiling.

"Anything else?"

"Um... good? Where did you get the recipe?"

"The NECRONOMICON, you fool!"

"Ah." She took another sip.

"It's Hot Chocolate of Doom."

He watched her look down into the glass before somehow daring to sip some more.

"Stop that! It's full of portent and omens and-and... doom!"

"Delicious doom."