"I don't think it's supposed to turn out like this," she says.
He inspects the blender, frowning at the half-chopped strawberries and bananas. "The blades might be too dull."
She frowns back. "At least it isn't broken. But I wanted to make some smoothies, and I really don't want to waste this."
"You don't have to. If you keep it on, they should break down eventually."
He presses a button. The blender whirls to life. They wait for a few minutes, stopping and restarting whenever the fruits get stuck. It turns into a viscous pulp.
Amused, she says, "All this blending is making me thirsty."
"On the bright side, you won't be for long. Do you want me to get the cups?"
"Yes, please and thank you."
As he places them on the table, she fills them up to the brim. He takes a tentative sip, covering his smile with some smoothie. "It's sweet."
Her brows stitch. "Really? It only tastes like bananas."
"Hence sweet."
"Oh you." She downs the rest of her drink. "I'll make it better next time," she promises.
He wipes off the foam on the corner of her mouth. "I think it's perfect as it is."