Wordlessly, Calibri looked from the garishly bright-colored juice box in Danny's hand to Danny himself, then to his father and finally at the questionable gift of highly lethal substances he had just been gifted. After only a moment, his hand shut the metal-plated box with a cushioned 'thud.'

"Oh," he said, looking so intently at the Amora Fruit Juice that it might as well have been the Vitamin C high-fructose liquid he was speaking to. "You're criminals."