Daniel accepted the carton of chocolate milk with a warm smile. Scott knew him too well. He pierced the carton with the straw and took a sip. "Which tea did you make?" He asked, leaning into Scott's space to take a sniff of it, nose scrunching up.
"I'll stick to my milk." There were some teas he liked, thanks to Mr Miyagi's continuous attempts to broaden his tastes, but most teas were kinda gross to him.