Like a newborn filly suckling from her mother, the earth pony walked over to the edge of the pool and craned her muzzle up to where the Lunar held the cup, slowly tilting its contents down her gullet. The Royal Engineer wasn't wrong; it was fizzy, and unlike most other bottled waters of similar provenance, it was sweet. But he neglected to mention just how hot it was; Honour felt as if pure alcohol was being poured down her throat. Just as soon as she finished the cup, her neck feeling as if it was on fire, there was a merciful inrush of cool air.