She can hardly wait for the brewing to begin, hovering near the coffeemaker to just wait for the first few wafting smells like an anxious kid. After a beat, she decides to occupy herself with the smoothies instead, moving back over to the blender to add the ice cubes. She manages to fire it up shortly after he speaks, the story behind his words grating at her, churning the same way that ice and fruit churns up, until she finally shuts it off to speak.

"What, you mean like move in here?"