"I don't know if I'll be able to tell." She wasn't all that great at discerning one citrus from another quite yet, although she liked all of them. One of the effects of spending her first seventeen or so years depending on a space station's idea of a garden. "Guess there's only one way to find out."

And that was to stick her tongue out with her chin tilted slightly upwards, and empty the syringe. (And some other person would've done that and made it more suggestive, and another would've made it less so, but this was Octavia and so that kind of imagery wasn't really in her frame of reference, so.) And then to close her mouth and sort of thoughtfully swirl the jello around to figure out if it corresponded to her idea of lime or not.