[Okay. He can work this out. So... there's the pole. He understands the shape. Very carefully, he splits the orange open. Some juice gets on his fingers. He can deal with that. With the very same meticulousness, he removes one of these slices from the orange. Then, very cautiously, he places it in his mouth.
There's a bit of flavour spilling out. Something in the, the skin? Something leaking through. Experimentally, he presses the slice against the roof of his mouth. Flavour bursts out, even more powerfully than before. His breath catches in his throat and he almost feels dizzy. He can't do any more. There's so much. So much flavour. So much... freshness? Is that what it is? It's fresh, and rich, and sour-sweet, tangy. He bows his head, a hand over his mouth.
His face is flush.]
Holy shit, Jake.
[He swallows the whole thing, but his mouth is still tingling. The acidic burn down his throat is so different than what you get from centuries old soda. There's stinging at the corners of his eyes.]
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There's a bit of flavour spilling out. Something in the, the skin? Something leaking through. Experimentally, he presses the slice against the roof of his mouth. Flavour bursts out, even more powerfully than before. His breath catches in his throat and he almost feels dizzy. He can't do any more. There's so much. So much flavour. So much... freshness? Is that what it is? It's fresh, and rich, and sour-sweet, tangy. He bows his head, a hand over his mouth.
His face is flush.]
Holy shit, Jake.
[He swallows the whole thing, but his mouth is still tingling. The acidic burn down his throat is so different than what you get from centuries old soda. There's stinging at the corners of his eyes.]
Holy shit.