Flynn needs to run more of his concoctions past semi-feral teenagers. Alec has, unfortunately for further explorations of the limits of liquid science, moved on completely from hot sauce-lemonade.

"The mindwipe thing." Alec nods, drumming his fingers on the bartop and observing the bartender with flat-eyed interest, eyes glittering like a lizard's. "Could be. You need enough brain to keep them alive, assuming they're actually human, but you'd be surprised how little that is. Especially if you replace it with something else. Has anyone," he grasps an invisible hammer and chisel to make a tapping gesture, popping his tongue to provide audible accompaniment, "Popped the hood on one?"