The trio crept past the threshold of the ruined door, a lantern lighting the way ahead of them. These ruins had been abandoned for centuries.
“Remember,” Jameson said as he crept in front, lit lantern in hand, “If we kill any of the snakes in these ruins, we can’t eat them.”
Rolf stopped in his tracks behind him. “Why, what do you mean?”
“They’re poisonous.” Jameson responded.
Rosa sighed. “Jameson, snakes are venomous, not poisonous.”
“It’s the same, right?” The man in front asked.
“No, it isn’t. Venomous just means you can’t allow them to bite you. You can eat them just fine.”
“Oh.” Jameson responded.
The group continued for a moment before Rolf spoke up again. “Wait, so if you thought they were poisonous, why did you buy anti-venom?”
Jameson pulled up one of the mentioned bottles, small flasks filled with a greenish liquid. “Anti-venom? This is liquor.”
The awkward silence that descended on the group was only briefly broken by the sound of a palm slapping into a face.