One day, my brother, my mum, my dad and I went to the Wych Elm for Sunday lunch for the first time. After we had arrived, we chose our meals and my dad asked me and my brother if we trusted him to chose our drink. My brother said 'yes' straight away keenly, but I said 'fine' cautiously because he had tricked me before by giving me a jalapeño and said it was a Spanish cucumber. When our drinks arrived my brother and I were both cautious. I took a sip. It looked just like a glass of water. To my relief it was lemonade.