"Duo, don't be difficult."

Lips form an impenetrable seal. "Mmm...ummm..."

"Open...your...mouth... " Cool blue eyes narrow. "Please do this? For me?"

Brown head shakes violently. "No." Quick delivery. "I don't like the taste." Lips mash into a fine line.

Frustrated, Heero reaches to the bedside table for his backup plan. Ammo clip held on a bare stomach gets the necessary reaction; gasping inhale provides opportunity for oral insertion.

Heero relaxes and sighs contentedly.

"Just swallow."

"Tathses like cwaap." Duo pouts, smacking his mouth in distaste.

"Don't eat unidentifiable refrigerator contents that develop language skills and you won't -- need -- Pepto."