Sam made a face which said exactly how she felt about gifts from their Overlords (she refused to call them 'Observers'). "It would probably end up exploding or causing boils or diarrhea." True, she'd had a few innocuous experiences with the so-called gifts. But she'd also had some pretty fucking miserable ones. And even if social science was largely hokum, she knew enough about operational conditioning to recognize it when she saw it.

"You're right about the sticky-factor, though," she said, rocking back and forth. "Plus, the sugars might attract pests."

Anyway, there were better uses for food than paint, she supposed.

Still, she liked the idea of having a project.

She'd figure out the moonshine eventually.