I can't just throw it in your face? [She smiles wryly. What a pity. It's less about not enjoying it and more about not wanting to be poisoned or drugged or whatever else they might have planned with the food and drink. Jyn doesn't let her guard down, and it's not surprising that right now she isn't either.
But he gives it to her almost on a dare, and if there's one thing she cannot turn down it's a challenge. So she rolls her eyes at him and takes a sip. It's sweet. That's the first note she tastes. It seems to engage a lot of her senses at once, like breathing in some sort of berry feilds, maybe on one of the more lush planets, something on Tattooine. It's a pleasant thought, one she normally doesn't rumenate on too much. She never gets the time, always having to hide, to keep her identity safe.
But there's something else there, a feeling she isn't used to. It's not just the alcohol or whatever else might be infused with the juice, but something that almost makes her feel like not quite herself. She blinks and immediately puts it down, like she's debating if she should still dump it on him.]
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But he gives it to her almost on a dare, and if there's one thing she cannot turn down it's a challenge. So she rolls her eyes at him and takes a sip. It's sweet. That's the first note she tastes. It seems to engage a lot of her senses at once, like breathing in some sort of berry feilds, maybe on one of the more lush planets, something on Tattooine. It's a pleasant thought, one she normally doesn't rumenate on too much. She never gets the time, always having to hide, to keep her identity safe.
But there's something else there, a feeling she isn't used to. It's not just the alcohol or whatever else might be infused with the juice, but something that almost makes her feel like not quite herself. She blinks and immediately puts it down, like she's debating if she should still dump it on him.]