Good for her, really. He's meeting people that are deserving of a well-aimed punch on a regular basis... but alas, professionalism and all that. The soda is her last chance to get him something cursed. Better make it count. He'll be waiting at one of the corner tables, still wondering ใผ
-- making her way to the soda fountain, trying to debate on what to get him. Should she just pick some random flavor? Some combined abomination? Decisions, decisions...