Not all slurrie is created equal.
In recent decades, ‘Erj’s favourite beverage’, once a simple stalwart of the average erjan’s morning routine, has undergone a transformation into what could credibly be described as a medium of art. A cohort of fashionable new ‘slurrie bars’ has swept the Western Waste, bringing with it an apparent arms race to concoct the most elaborate and frivolous beverage—with prices to match. Where once a simple mug of slurrie cost a mere few chips of glass the Waste over, a Colossal Frothed-Grentmilk Llyranesque at popular Ras Aeos slurrie bar Cembri goes for an eyebrow-raising eight shards.
Popular though these voguish beverages may be, most older erjans could not be bothered to learn the near-inscrutable language required to order one—to them, slurrie is slurrie, no matter how it's dressed.
