He wouldn't know, either. Because advertisements are everywhere! Apparently! So surely it can't be awful, right?

Cans were weird to figure out, but he's got the hang of the odd metal tabs now, and it's safer for him to handle than glass bottles. At her question, he turns the can. "Apparently I have RC. It's a cola," he says, being careful to try and pronounce the words as he understands them. "Which is a type of drink that is dark and cold and very fizzy like champagne, but doesn't have any alcohol. They're real sweet, and there are so many kinds."

Has he noticed the energy boost? Would he know to attribute the caff boost to the various sodas he's been trying?

"You've got a little something," he then says, with a motion to the mouth. "Right there."