He sets the glass down, cycling air as the aftertaste hovers a little while after she asks. Was he interested enough to ask her more about how the drink acquired the taste? Probably not.

But it was certainly intriguing enough to the palate to stop and consider what he thought of it, exactly.

"It's good," he begins to screw the cap back on,"We should save the rest."

Could have been the last bottle of this stuff on this Cybertron, for all they knew. May as well reserve a little thing like this for when they have a reason to celebrate.