[JUICE]
Misty polished off her carton of cranberry juice, the remnants slurping through the straw. Immediately, Ash sipped furiously at his own carton, determined to make a louder slurp. Misty didn't rise to the bait, but simply put the now concave box down on the picnic table and picked at the food on her plate.
"I don't know how you can drink that stuff," Ash grumbled. "It's so bitter."
"Well, I like it," Misty answered, in a bored tone. Ash frowned, put-out by her uncharacteristically calm response.
"Well, I guess it's appropriate to your personality," he tried again. "Bitter and unpleasant!" His persistence was rewarded; Misty's eyebrow twitched irritably and she swung her body around to face him across the table.
"Well, what does that say about you?" she countered. "Orange juice? Really? Thick and simple then!"
Ash glared at her.
"No! Honest and… POPULAR!" he retorted, waving his empty carton in her face.
"Well then I'M exotic and… sophisticated!" Misty banged her palm down on the table.
"You wish!"
"You - !"
Misty's rejoinder was interrupted by the arrival of Brock at the table, carefully balancing his own tray of food.
"What have you got to drink, Brock?" Ash asked curiously, noticing the plastic glass of thick pinkish juice.
"Oh, it's half cranberry, half orange juice," Brock explained as he sat down. "The orange juice makes the cranberry not quite as tart… and the cranberry gives the orange something a little extra! It's delicious, want to tr…?"
Brock trailed off as he realised his two companions were glaring at him murderously.
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