Originally Posted by george is cool

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Ah ha! There was something he didn't know. And Sinead imagined he knew most things, at least a lot more than she did. He was clever in a bit of a know-it-all way, from what she'd noticed. But he wasn't terrible.

And he was brave too. Because he took one of the beans, a dodgy brown one, although he was clearly aware it could be totally disgusting. She'd underestimated him, it seemed.

But he got hazelnut. She resisted sighing in disappointment. It would have been slightly amusing to see him choking and spluttering at some unnatural and revolting flavour.

"I was lucky too, I got grass." Which was unsurprisingly nice.

Sinead picked another one, this time red, coming to the conclusion that it was either sheep blood or cherry.

But noooo, it just had to be tomato soup. "I hate tomato soup," she murmured, swallowing it quickly and trying to get rid of the taste by shoving another handful in her mouth. The mix of different flavours wasn't too great either.