β Monsieur Franky was kind enough to offer me some of his private reserves. β
Cola bottles. Cola bottles as far as her luxurious pontoon could manage. Most empty, some with a few lone dregs of sugared sweetness, and a precious few filled to the brim with cola.
Sweet, fizzy cola. A treat a mite too sweet for her refined palate, but just carbonated enough for her to pull apart, weave wicked through her kosmic chiffon, and repurpose into something delightful for the kind soul paying her even the barest attention.
β If you'd be so kind as to assist me today, @notanuki? I'm going to make you a delicacy from beyond the stars. My people call them Pop Rocks. β