This got a genuine chuckle from Harry. "Soda isn't payment," he explained to the fae. "It's customary for humans to have a drink together when they haven't seen a friend for some time. I would offer mead, but I seem to be out. And I thought you might like to try a soda." A Coke, of course.
Although... Harry squinted a bit at the pixie. "You are still General Toot-toot Minimus of the 'Za-Lord's Guard, are you not?" His tone was edging on playful, though. Nothing could have duplicated Toot's zeal and obsession this closely. The physical contact with him confirmed his identity further.