I'd simply let it chill in my bathroom. That is, until I dissolved it in acid, which I guess I wouldn't delay with for too long. I'd then fill some glass jars with the resulting goo and store them in the cupboard together with all those jams and pickled vegetables that my gran is so fond of making. Finally, when the opportunity stroke, I'd pour it all out into a river and kindly return the jars to my granny and ask for more jam and cucumbers. Yummy!
Who's the fairest of them all?