[She accepts both carefully, glancing between them. Of course, while she was at the host club before, she'd watched Midnight work his magic with both the tumbler and the mixing stick, so she's at least confident she knows what she should be doing.
It's just a matter of... doing it well, isn't it?
Don't pulp it, just crush it a little. Restraint, Altria, show a little bit of restraint. It's not her strong suit, but she thinks she can manage to not pulp these poor leaves.
So, carefully... she sticks the mixing stick into the tumbler, squinting down into it as she does. She is, perhaps, being a little too cautious... more poking the leaves than actually crushing them. But eventually, she tries a little harder. And a liiittle harder... And--oh!]
Um. [They are a little smooshed. Probably a little past the point of crushed. But hey, they're not pulped, at least.]
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It's just a matter of... doing it well, isn't it?
Don't pulp it, just crush it a little. Restraint, Altria, show a little bit of restraint. It's not her strong suit, but she thinks she can manage to not pulp these poor leaves.
So, carefully... she sticks the mixing stick into the tumbler, squinting down into it as she does. She is, perhaps, being a little too cautious... more poking the leaves than actually crushing them. But eventually, she tries a little harder. And a liiittle harder... And--oh!]
Um. [They are a little smooshed. Probably a little past the point of crushed. But hey, they're not pulped, at least.]
Like... like that?