Early the next morning, I was already hard at work.
"It's a real shame this era doesn't have cola," I muttered, puttering around the kitchen with hawthorn berries, honey, and various spices as I tried to recreate the taste of cola. The liquid I finally concocted was topped with a suspicious layer of froth. I took a sip and almost spat it out—it tasted exactly like cough syrup.
"Oh well, this will have to do." I poured my "ancient cola" into an exquisite porcelain bottle.
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