[ To Lottie, she doesn't really smell it. Well, actually, to be fair she's never made a point to smell any can of coke in her life. She can hear it, though, the fizzle and crackle when it's popped open, bottle or otherwise. She can taste it. Her brows crinkle as she approaches, leans her weight onto the back of a chair (the only one with a back, because the other opposite of the tiny table is an ottoman). ]
It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
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It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
Why would it have a smell?