Small Soft Drink
Alice spoke before the Liaison could even start: “Wait, what makes a drink soft, anyway?” She was already getting unpleasant, inappropriate mental images.
“Well, a hard drink is alcohol,” he explained.
“Whoa, really?”
She frowned. “But if you’re me, how come I didn’t know that?”
“Everything you have ever forgotten is now a part of my world. I know things you would never want to remember.”
All of this worried her too much. The soft drink no longer felt like an easy option.