Juice...In...SPAAAAAAACCCEEEEE

The juice felt like heaven going down her throat, and she closed her eyes in bliss. After vacuum-parched lips and nothing but dry rations and water for six months, she would have been willing to sell her soul for a real orange, but there were no buyers. The rehydrated orange juice would be despised after only a couple of months, she knew, but right now it was pure delight. She opened her eyes with a sigh after she'd drained the last few drips from the squeeze bottle. The vending machines sold other things that she'd craved during the long months in space, but the bright cheery cartoon orange painted on the juice squeeze bottle had drawn her eye immediately, and shortly thereafter, the cash from her wallet.

Inspiration: My bottle of peach mango Fuze.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: More of a setting than anything else. Nothing special here, but it might be a nice detail to throw into a space opera story, if I ever do such a thing.