At the mention of soda, Cinead had almost immediately pulled a face. “ yes, I have tried soda. I disliked the carbonation very much.” He stated bluntly, nose wrinkling at the memory of the ticklish, bubbly, almost painful sensation of the beverage.

As he stood outside the car now, she returned his wave, adding another gesture as well. She had kissed the fingers of her own hand, before moving the hand down away from her face, her lips puckering in an almost blowing motion... He tilted his Head curiously. The only interpretation he could fathom for the gesture was that she was sending him a kiss born on the wind of her breath through the air to him. The idea made him smile. He mimicked the motion, feeling a little foolish. But he rather liked the concept. Tomorrow, he would have to remember to ask her if he had gotten it right.