"I see." Tony glanced around, taking in the checkerboard floor, the old fashioned juke box, the smiling employees and happy customers.
"...I should invest in this place." He said aloud, then turned back to her. "I'm sorry, sparkling... the sparkling milk?" He may or may not have had one of those in the past--but the hot cups blocked the sparkling when one was just drinking it down. He hadn't noticed anything different about it.