[After briefly considering the couch, she finds a spot on the floor where she can sit and spread her legs out. Then, she tucks the melon between her thighs, finding a spot above the knee where the muscles will be able to give it their best squeeze... and then, like an Altean nutcracker, she starts to squeeze the fruit.]
[And... squeeze... and squeeze... it's taking even more effort than she expected. And he can likely see it for himself, with her face turning bright red from the strain. Maybe it's as she feared, and the smaller fruit is firmer than the larger one they used. Or perhaps it's all more difficult than she expected, and she hasn't been giving humans enough credit.]
[But then, right before she's about to give up...]
[ Pop! ]
There! I did it! Look, do you see? [And on top of that, do you see how that juice is now getting all over her legs, especially the inner thigh?]
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[After briefly considering the couch, she finds a spot on the floor where she can sit and spread her legs out. Then, she tucks the melon between her thighs, finding a spot above the knee where the muscles will be able to give it their best squeeze... and then, like an Altean nutcracker, she starts to squeeze the fruit.]
[And... squeeze... and squeeze... it's taking even more effort than she expected. And he can likely see it for himself, with her face turning bright red from the strain. Maybe it's as she feared, and the smaller fruit is firmer than the larger one they used. Or perhaps it's all more difficult than she expected, and she hasn't been giving humans enough credit.]
[But then, right before she's about to give up...]
[ Pop! ]
There! I did it! Look, do you see? [And on top of that, do you see how that juice is now getting all over her legs, especially the inner thigh?]