The fact it tried to kill me didn't hurt either. [Adele chuckles and stands, intending to get a bowl for herself and remembering...well. That she forgot something. The coffee. She'd left the thermos of coffee on the counter of the kitchen in the house. Merde But. She checked her bag and huffs out a soft snort. The soda. That she remembered. The snort becomes a snicker and the snicker becomes a chuckle and before she knows it Adele is all but weeping from laughter. She tries to compose herself and manages to a small extent, tucking the two cans into the crook of her elbow as she walks back over.
Still laughing to herself she brings over he own bowl and plate, and two cans of Dr. Pepper. From now on whenever she sees these cans she'll remember Ben's puzzled expression and somewhat curious tone of voice in describing the beverage.]
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Still laughing to herself she brings over he own bowl and plate, and two cans of Dr. Pepper. From now on whenever she sees these cans she'll remember Ben's puzzled expression and somewhat curious tone of voice in describing the beverage.]