Billy runs across the grass and trips, falling down and scraping his elbow. He gets up and winces, while Suzy comes comes over to take a look at it. The blood welling out of the wound is strangely thick and pale.

"Owww…" whines Billy.

Suzy comments on the strange injury. She thinks she can see some stringy bits in the issuance. Billy licks the fingers of his other hand and wipes at it, repeating the process. When he does so a second time, he stops with the fingers in his mouth. "It tastes orangey. That's so weird."

"Huh?" opines a skeptical Suzy. "Blood doesn't taste like oranges."

"Well mine does. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

"Eww, that's gross." She makes a warped face and pokes her tongue out.

"Suit yourself, wimp."

Suzy cannot bear such an affront to her valor. She glances to the sides to make sure no one is watching, then leans over, sticks her tongue out as far as it goes, and takes a quick lick. "Wow, it does taste like orange! And it's all thick and sticky!"

"Yeah, weird, isn't it." Billy isn't entirely sure what to do next. He's never bled orange marmalade before.

"I've hearda blood oranges. Maybe they have something to do with this? Didya drink a lot of orange juice or something?" Suzy rolls her tongue around in her mouth, savoring the sweet flavor of preserved citrus.

"Nope. I had some with breakfast, but I do that every day." Billy glances at his elbow with some measure of concern. The flow of marmalade has mostly staunched, forming a sticky crust over the region. "Didn't Mr. Arnson say that blood was important and stuff, like it carries oxygen and things around? I'm not sure if jelly can do that?"

"Dummy, you can't make jelly outta orange. It's always marmalade! Mmm." The thought of juicy orange goo fills Suzy's mind.

"Oh yeah, well if you're so smart, what's the difference between jelly and marmalade, eh?"

"Umm…marmalade's thicker…and it's got fruit bits in it. Jelly's clear and all." Billy's elbow has definitely stopped oozing. Suzy is saddened that she will not get to taste any more of the goodness within. "Maybe it's just your elbow. We could try scraping your other elbow, see if it's fulla orange too?"

Billy looks up, displaying concern at his friend's behavior. "Uh, no, it hurts. You're being freaky." He takes a step back.

"It's in the name of science." Suzy advances, licking her lips and fixing her eyes on the delicious elbow.

"Uh, ah, help! Miss Warner, help!" Billy turns and runs towards the school building, screaming in terror. Suzy chases after him.

"Good thinking, she can get us some toast from the cafeteria!"