[ She laughs, points at another hotel. ] This is where Lady Gaga did her shows, the MGM. She did about a year there, every weekend. She loved a duet, though.
Oh sure. I mean, whipped cream is like, three ingredients. Four, if you get fancy. We make it the old-fashioned way for pies and parfaits and stuff, but we also have these cans. The can whips it for you, so we put whipped cream on pretty much anything sweet. Or just straight outta the can. [ There is nothing better than a mouthful of whipped cream directly from the nozzle.
She watches him with amusement, ready to explain the concept of "flavor dust", which is obviously a very technical culinary term, but then he grabs the soda before she can properly explain it, and she starts to reach for it. ] Okay, that's -- don't -- [ Then he starts shaking it, and she tries to grab it from him with an expression of mild panic, but.
It had absolutely not occurred to her that he might not know what carbonation is. And it certainly did not strike her that it might scare him. Toddlers drink soda, or at least ones with parents like Julie's do. She had not expected him to exactly like Dr Pepper, but nor did she think he would basically throw the bottle down.
The bottle does what exploding soda bottles do, hits the stump and spins in a wild circle, and Julie at least has the knowledge to turn her face from the spray. The remainder spills out onto the grass where the bottle finally rests, and there's a moment of silence before he speaks.
She gingerly squeezes Dr Pepper from her hair, looks down into her lap where her dress is now stained brown and holds a puddle between her thighs. Her voice is slow when she answers, finally getting out what she was trying to say. ] It's carbonated. You can't shake carbonated stuff.
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Oh sure. I mean, whipped cream is like, three ingredients. Four, if you get fancy. We make it the old-fashioned way for pies and parfaits and stuff, but we also have these cans. The can whips it for you, so we put whipped cream on pretty much anything sweet. Or just straight outta the can. [ There is nothing better than a mouthful of whipped cream directly from the nozzle.
She watches him with amusement, ready to explain the concept of "flavor dust", which is obviously a very technical culinary term, but then he grabs the soda before she can properly explain it, and she starts to reach for it. ] Okay, that's -- don't -- [ Then he starts shaking it, and she tries to grab it from him with an expression of mild panic, but.
It had absolutely not occurred to her that he might not know what carbonation is. And it certainly did not strike her that it might scare him. Toddlers drink soda, or at least ones with parents like Julie's do. She had not expected him to exactly like Dr Pepper, but nor did she think he would basically throw the bottle down.
The bottle does what exploding soda bottles do, hits the stump and spins in a wild circle, and Julie at least has the knowledge to turn her face from the spray. The remainder spills out onto the grass where the bottle finally rests, and there's a moment of silence before he speaks.
She gingerly squeezes Dr Pepper from her hair, looks down into her lap where her dress is now stained brown and holds a puddle between her thighs. Her voice is slow when she answers, finally getting out what she was trying to say. ] It's carbonated. You can't shake carbonated stuff.
[ Honestly, she's just stunned. ]