A vessel of secrets, it holds warmth or chill, often seen in the lab, ready to fulfill. With a narrow neck and a belly wide, it’s a chemist’s trusted guide.

I can be part of your foot, yet I never wear a shoe. I stand above a grand doorway, yet I cannot see the view. I am the chief of villains, but I do no crime myself. I am a sneaky prefix sitting on a grammar shelf. What am I?

It remains under the skin forever It disappears in water On paper it can change the world

I was once the poster child of quick-fix diets, split in half and served with a tiny spoon. Pink, tart, and sharper than I look, I’m often sprinkled with sugar when plain feels like too much.

It holds liquor, but not a cask. If you'd like a nip, just ask. To full it without spilling is quite a task. Drink enough from it, in warmth you'll bask.