Peter: Should we give it a try?
Joseph: I don’t see why not.
(Both hold up and tilt wine glasses)
Peter: Hmm. Bit brownish, isn’t it?
Joseph: Mm-hmm. And…(squinting)…I’m thinking it’s a mite cloudy.
Peter: (sticks nose in glass and inhales, winces) Hoo-boy! That smells like proper fertilizer!
Joseph: (inhales, recoils) Ugh. That is the dismal truth.
Peter: Do we dare taste?
Joseph: Sigh. I suppose civility dictates we must.
(Both take a reluctant sip)
Together: BLECH!
Peter: Pure vinegar!
Joseph: Lord have mercy!
Peter: Ha! Well played, ol’ chap.
Joseph: Why thank you. And, speaking of which…? (gestures to side)
Peter: (rolls eyes) Very well, I’ll ask. (leans across table) Pardon me…Jesus?
(Jesus turns around)
Jesus: Yes, my son?
Peter: I’m afraid the wine’s a bit bad.
Jesus: Oh?
Joseph: Yes, seems something got a bit bunged up in the conversion.
Jesus: I see.
Elijah: (raises hand) And I’m actually a recovering alcoholic, soooooo I was rather fine when it was just water.
Jesus: Okay then. So I’ll just conjure up some more water and wine…
Peter: If it’s not too much trouble, lad.
Jesus: (under breath)…and while I’m at it, how about I just go ahead and invent me some cancer?