[At least she thinks he's cute and not embarrassing, that's... something... surely...

While he's whisking, she leaves him to it, slicing four thick slices of bread for their respective sandwiches and pulling out an assortment of softer fruits from the fridge to start slicing up as well for their sandwiches. With trade restored, there's a lot more to choose from! Strawberries, oranges, and kiwis seem like the best fit, and she hums a quiet little tune to herself as she works. Every now and then, she glances over at him to make sure that he's doing okay -- the concentration on his face is kind of endearing, honestly, and makes her smile again as she sets her finished fruit beside the bowl.]

It's easy! If you wanted to make it look like the ones at the conbini, you could arrange them really carefully, but since it's just us, pick out which fruit slices you want on your sandwich, put whipped cream on both sides of the bread, and then-

[She smushes her hands together. Ta-da! Without losing her smile.]

The whipped cream looks really good. I always get tired when I'm whisking.