"Oh, wow! Good job on evolving!" Cola said cheerfully.
"Yo."
"Soda!" Cola cheered, trotting over to him and tackling him in the chest.
"Gah--c'mon, stop messing with the illusions!" Soda said, trying to pull Cola out of his fur, but he kept squirming until he was stuck atop Soda's mane.
"Okay! We can go in, now!"
"Ah, shit, I kept you up?" Soda muttered, shaking his head. "Yeah, let's go. He's waiting at the ground floor, right?"
"Yeah... I see him there. He's just waiting..."
Far ahead there was a dim, silvery glow. Seemed that, indeed, Pop was waiting patiently...
"...Yeah... hey." Soda tried to cross his eyes to look at Cola. "Can we talk for a second?"