The black olive is a bit shrivelled and unappealing but, given your open-minded and forward-looking attitude, you pop it into your mouth. First tastes: it is salty but not oppressively so.
You feel enthused.
You bite enthusedly.
A sharp jolt of pain in your teeth.
“Oh Christ!”
You put both hands over your mouth, as though you are terrified.
Alex turns to look at you and says: “The black ones have got stones in.”
You stare at the rug.
“You okay?” Alex asks.
You are teetering emotionally. You could: