[ She has a wealth of happy memories, but in the moment, she can really only think of one, an especially recent memory. ]

I, uh... A friend of mine has been working on figuring out how to make those stupid frappuccino drinks, and he found this... this blender, right? [ She smiles despite the situation, as if just looking back at the memory is enough to bring out something joyous in her. She looks at Jill. ] I expected to hear your generic blending grinding horrible sound, but what I got was so much worse.

It fucking quacked. Like a duck. [ And she hadn't expected it at the time. ]