"Man, this stuff is gooood. My mom always made this recipe, but never told me how. She finally decided to pass it on to me a few days ago."
"Vega, you can't cook for crap."
"It not really cooking, per say, it's just combining several ingredients together in a mixing bowl."
"Okay, one, it's per se and two, according to me, anything that has to do with you and making food that's fresh is a disaster."
"Whatever, Jade. You won't be talking once you try it."
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"What are you trying to do? The way you're handling that knife makes me a bit nervous."
"Trying… to… separate the… mango from… the skin."
… "Jesus, Vega you don't cut the flesh from the skin. You use a glass."
"Huh?"
"Here, where do you even keep your cups? …You'd think I'd know after dating you for so long."
"Well, that's because you always demand me to make you your drink, instead of getting up yourself. It's over there, top left cabinet."
"Eh, you do the drinks, I'll make the food. Mkay, take half of the mango, cut vertically, and press the flesh against the outer side of the glass. Then, slowly slide it down so the mango is in the cup and the skin is outside."
"Lemme try."
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"Yay! I did it on the first try!"
"Wow, do you want a freaking cookie or something?"
"No, I want kiss."
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"Fine."