Out of Milliways:
101- Ellen- she hasn't spoken to you in a week....Well, that went better than expected. Ellen's shaking her head at her own poor choice of words as she comes into the Bar, sans baby but con Dogmeat, but her expression is a rueful smile rather than a look of regret. "Hey, Bar?" she says. "I just came within a hair of turning into my father. Can I get something that he
wouldn't drink? You know, as a reminder?"
Alcohol is a pretty poor reminder of anything, so what Bar provides is in the brown and fizzy family instead. Not Nuka-Cola, though. The bottle's too big, the glass is clear, and the label's yellow.
"... I didn't know they made soda out of coffee," Ellen says after some surprised staring. "But okay."