We search through my pantry for anything sweet we can find, desperate to add something new to our cookbook. “Cereal?” my friend Greta asks.

“Not in the mood,” I reply. Rummaging through my fridge, I find nothing appealing. “Hey, a Sprite!” I look into fridge door where a single can of Sprite rests on its side. How are we going to share just one can between us?

I walk to my cupboard and take out two wine glasses, then open the pantry again. She stares at me, puzzled. “Pick a topping,” I say.

Greta looks around the pantry and picks up two cups of mandarin oranges, shrugging her shoulders. She cracks open the Sprite and splits it evenly between the two wine glasses, then opens up the fruit cups and dumps one into each cup.

But what is sharp Sprite and tangy oranges without a bit of sweetness? I reach into my refrigerator and find the whipped cream then spray it on top of the fizzy mixture. The milky cream begins to seep down the the bottom by the oranges.

“Cheers,” we say and clink our glasses. Oranges and whipped cream rush into our mouths, spilling white mustaches onto our upper lips.

“We should add this to the cookbook,” Greta says.

I open my cupboard and find our composition notebook filled with miscellaneous recipes, writing down the newest addition: “Cream Cocktails.”