[She supposed that made sense. Mixing foods and flavours was something she enjoyed so why wouldn't it be the same with drinks?
Orihime gave a nod and leaned back in to take another drink, but before she could, Aizen was offering her his. There was a moments hesitation, where she had to wonder if he'd slipped anything in it... But Bert had made the drink. And Aizen had taken some... So that meant it was safe, didn't it? Deciding she had nothing really to lose, Orihime straightened her shoulders and plucked the straw from out of her drink and dipped it into his to take a sip.
And immediately began coughing!]
Is... is it supposed to burn like that...?
[After pulling back, Orihime rubbed a little at her throat. The taste hadn't been so bad, cinnamon and citrus, but that heat hadn't been expected at all!]
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Orihime gave a nod and leaned back in to take another drink, but before she could, Aizen was offering her his. There was a moments hesitation, where she had to wonder if he'd slipped anything in it... But Bert had made the drink. And Aizen had taken some... So that meant it was safe, didn't it? Deciding she had nothing really to lose, Orihime straightened her shoulders and plucked the straw from out of her drink and dipped it into his to take a sip.
And immediately began coughing!]
Is... is it supposed to burn like that...?
[After pulling back, Orihime rubbed a little at her throat. The taste hadn't been so bad, cinnamon and citrus, but that heat hadn't been expected at all!]