At first he'd been a little uneasy with a spirit deciding to come sit right down beside him. Sure, he's met this one before but that doesn't make them buddies or anything.
But maybe the atmosphere of this moment - the lights, the spirits' excitement over their racing - means he should make an effort to be a little less standoffish toward this one, so when he's offered the juice box, he takes it.
"Thanks," he replies, then puzzles over the strange, waxy cardboard container and its attached-but-separate packaged straw. How are you supposed to open this to drink it? The seams are glued pretty solidly shut, but he tries to pry it open that way with a fingernail anyway.
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But maybe the atmosphere of this moment - the lights, the spirits' excitement over their racing - means he should make an effort to be a little less standoffish toward this one, so when he's offered the juice box, he takes it.
"Thanks," he replies, then puzzles over the strange, waxy cardboard container and its attached-but-separate packaged straw. How are you supposed to open this to drink it? The seams are glued pretty solidly shut, but he tries to pry it open that way with a fingernail anyway.