"It doesn't quite taste like lemons," I said.
"More like Sprite, or lemon-lime."
"Maybe that's just the way the French like it."
The conversation strayed off for a time.
She went to the restroom, and when she returned,
I had brightly figured it out.
"Look, it says 'Limonade,' a play on words.
Of it's lemon-lime-ness, I've no doubt."
She thought for a minute, then shot me back down.
"The French don't say it that way.
As I recall from my classes, un limon is a lemon.
This has no lime en Francais."
"Arg! I've been foiled, you're obviously right."
I hung my head in stupid shame.
Then we both laughed and I eventually bought
Another bottle of French Limonade.