Sharon/Thor
"By that beautiful smile, I thought you had something in mind," he teased as he fetched two cans of soda. He popped them open, poured them into the glasses and slid one her way. "Is this what the drink of choice is in Preya?" He read over the label. "Pep... si."
He shrugged, took a drink and immediately made a disgusted face. He tried his hardest to appear at ease, but he never tasted anything like that (or at least not that he remembered). "Um, right. Maybe not Pep...si. They didn't really have that back home." And he could see why.