A smoothie! [He echoes, with enough loud enthusiasm that now the vendor is barely muffling laughter at this very confused, very German bird. You imported your pet, huh Vash, that's pretty cool, imports are expensive. Etc.] They have smoothies.

[No honey they have slushies— sigh, let him have this.]

You liked these when we had them last, right? [Now he's speaking at normal volume again.] I don't think these have the— [fuck] —the balls. Orbs. In them.

[the ball orbs. you know. the chewy ones.]

Do you want one?