"I'll be careful." He promised and took the bottle, poured what little water was left inside of it and used the stick to help scoop some of the strange liquid into the bottle. It wasn't that easy, the hole was small and the liquid thick, and Gladio was trying not to get his fingers in the stuff. But he managed to scoop enough up and lifted the bottle.

Stepping back he sat himself down and looked at it, puzzled. "... It's not melting the bottle. And..." He sniffed at it, his confusion mounting. "It smells... sweet?" He held it out to Romeo. "Right?"