On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

When he approaches the saucers the first thing he notices is that the Code Red looks grey and glassy; when he sniffs it he finds the scent strange and unappealing, not like something he should consume. He lowers his head anyway and laps up a little. It isn't sweet -- he notices that first of all and the carbonation burns his tongue. He recoils, shooting Tress a look of betrayal, as if this had been her fault.