"Debbie." Peridot's voice piped up from where as sat on the floor.
The human woman looked up at her and blinked, "Yes?"
"Why must you do that...strange thing every morning?" She queried with a crinkled nose.
Debbie raised a brow, "Strange thing? Care to elaborate?"
"You insert various items into the hole in your face you use to speak at various times throughout the day." Peridot paused, "It's disgusting."
Debbie blinked, "Hold on, you mean eating?" She asked dubiously.
"If that's what it is called." Peridot shrugged and summoned her screen.
"Eating...it's something we have to do. The things we eat provide nutrition and allow our bodies to function." Debbie shrugged.
"Okay. But how?" Peridot pressed.
Debbie merely replied with a thoughtful hum, "Our bodies require specific things to function and we can just make them on our own. However, the foods we eat have those 'specific things' so we ingest them so our bodies can take them."
Peridot let out a soft sound of disgust, "Such a primitive method. Evolutionary setback even." She muttered.
Debbie scoffed, "I'd like to see you eat a few different sweets or earth delicacies; you might find yourself humming a different tune."
Peridot blinked in confusion, "I'm not humming."
Debbie snorted, "It's an expression. It means to change your opinion." She explained.
Getting up off the couch Debbie took hold of Peridot's arm, much to her protest, and dragged her towards the kitchen.
Peridot watched somewhat irritably as Debbie flitted around the kitchen. Most of the time she was riffling through a large white mechanism who's insides were always cold.
Debbie suddenly dumped an armload of various jars, boxes, wrapped objects, and odd utensils before giving Peridot a sly grin.
"You seem like either a sour or spicy person...so...peppers or lemons?" Debbie asked and held up two objects.
Peridot stared at them. "And those are...?"
Debbie jiggled the red object. "This is a pepper and this," she juggled the yellow object, "is a lemon. Peppers are vegetables and lemons are fruits. I wanted to start off with something basic. After all, I don't want to cook a meal if you won't eat it."
Peridot rolled her eyes and took the 'lemon'. It looked relatively close to her own color, so why not? Nonetheless, she eyed it suspiciously.
"Will it hurt?" She asked tentatively.
Debbie shrugged, "It might make you pucker, but no, it won't hurt."
"Pucker?"
"Just eat the damn thing." Debbie huffed, "You're gonna be a picky one aren't you?"
Peridot rolled her eyes and eyed the slightly damp 'lemon' with a look of intense reluctance. Sucking in a deep breath, Peridot mimicked Debbie's movements and sunk her teeth into the fruit.
In an instant Peridot was overcome with an intense feeling that made her eyes cross and her mouth tense to the point of what she assumed was called 'puckering'.
"What have you done to me?!" Peridot squawked hoarsely through clenched teeth as Debbie hunched over the table, overcome with mirth.
"It's just a lemon Peridot!" Debbie choked out between giggles.
"It's killing me!"
Debbie could only laugh.