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"Wait, wait, wait..." Rumi held her hands up, stopping in her tracks. Jinu stopped and looked at her. "You wrote a song called 'Soda Pop', but you've never actually tried a soda pop?"
"Of course I haven't!" Jinu replied, exasperated. "The last time I was on Earth was 400 years ago!"
"Okay, we need to fix this" Rumi insisted, leading him into a corner store. Mercifully, the employee didn't demand autographs from them, and instead just rang her up with a small, knowing wink.
Jinu opened his cola and sniffed it hesitantly. Rumi rolled her eyes.
"It's not poison, I promise" she told him. He chuckled and took a sip.
A second later, he spat it out onto the concrete, startled.
"WHY ARE THE BUBBLES STABBING MY TONGUE!?" he cried, getting a few odd looks from passerby. Rumi laughed hysterically.
"It's carbonation" she explained. He shook his head and pressed the can into her hand.
"I hate it"
"Well, then I'll have it" she shrugged, taking a sip of the cola. It was rare that she allowed herself to have soda due to the effect that carbonation could have on her voice, but she didn't have to perform or rehearse that day, so it was fine. "It is really funny, though, that you hate the thing you wrote a song about"
"Money talks" he joked, and the two shared a laugh.