Whilst in the departure lounge at Akrotiri in somewhat sombre mood, we asked Kyle what drink he wanted from the kiosk. He replied that he wanted Coke 8. We were confused and said that there was no such drink, but he insisted he wanted one. Exasperated, Elena told him to point to the bottle he wanted, which was apparently on the third shelf. Finally, she realised he was pointing to this:
I nearly cried laughing!
