Sulu wasn't sure how to describe it, but it pretty much was a slushy. He hoped that was the right term, at least. Who knew what differences there could be in 200 years?

He blinked at Ianto's sudden question, though, raising an eyebrow. "Uh. Maybe? Probably, at least. I can ask when the waitress comes back?" He frowned. "Why do you need vinegar, anyway?"