[Luke tries to think of a reason. ANY reason. ANY reason beyond "I don't like the taste of it except I can't taste it or even smell it".
But there isn't really a better reason than that. He wrestles with himself for a moment, turning his wrist as if that'll help him think better, then lets out a sigh.]
O-Okay, okay! But just one, all right? I don't drink that stuff.
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[Luke tries to think of a reason. ANY reason. ANY reason beyond "I don't like the taste of it except I can't taste it or even smell it".
But there isn't really a better reason than that. He wrestles with himself for a moment, turning his wrist as if that'll help him think better, then lets out a sigh.]
O-Okay, okay! But just one, all right? I don't drink that stuff.