Again, Izzy caught the bottle of Coke easily. “Thanks, Trevor.” She pulled her legs onto the desk, crossed them beneath her, and turned to better face Trevor as he sat on another desk. At his question, she held the bottle in front of her, looking at the familiar red-and-white label. “You know, I haven't thought about that. I’d imagine so. What I wonder, is if it’ll taste the same.”
	She carefully twisted the cap. The satisfying [i]fizzzt[/i] of the release of pressure inside echoed in the room, accompanied by the sweet, syrupy smell of the drink.
	“One way to find out!” With that, she removed the cap, held it up a moment in a cheers motion, then placed the opening to her lips.