Booth smirked humorlessly and nodded. "I was being nice when I said it only sucks." He shook his head and toyed with the can of soda that he didn't really want. It wasn't even grape. He hadn't seen a single can of grape soda since..well, since he was back home. He liked grape soda. It was different. If he had to drink soda, then it should be grape. This most certainly was not. It was some kind of cola that he was making a face at disapprovingly as if it'd committed the worst crime in history simply by not being grape.
"Really?" Eliot had Seeley's attention, and caught his interest. He started looking through the cabinets and leaning up on them to get a better look inside. "You deal with this stuff on a regular basis? Demons and all?" He nodded to the name.
[ooc: sorry about the delay, Tim took over my brain!]