Guilmon still looked hesitant but passed the bottle to Renamon anyway.
The vixen uncorked it and took a sniff of the strange liquid. "Doesn't smell bad..." she muttered, trying to convince herself as much as Guilmon. Slowly she pressed the opening to her mouth, tilted the bottle up, and began to wet her lips.
Time seemed to slow as he tongue lapped at the substance. It was unlike anything Renamon had ever tried. In just a fraction of a second she tasted at least fifteen different fruit juice flavors, but it was much more than that. A second later and she had another two dozen she didn't even have names for dancing around on her tongue.
It was almost a painful wrench to pull the bottle away from her mouth, but she'd unintentionally drank nearly half and her conscience reminded her about Guilmon being thirsty.
"Here," she passed him the bottle, "It seems ok to drink."
She smiled, smacking her lips gently as she figured she'd let Guilmon discover the taste for himself. But as she licked her lips, getting the last of the juice off her mouth, she detected another odd taste, one that was faintly metallic in nature...
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