“I gave you a practice round. Mostly pushing buttons && workin’ the joystick.”
She kinda forgot who she was dealing with. This guy…where was he from again? There was a gentle shake of her head.
“No, it’s–well, it’s more so blended from milk & ice cream along with any other flavors you wanna add to it. You never had one?
“Really?” Honestly, Orga’s literally giant hands were not made for such things. “Well, milk is what you give children and pregnant women, because they can’t drink alcohol right?” Maybe calling him a neanderthal wasn’t too far off. “I mean, milk’s only good for a short period of time before it spoils.” Clearly, he’d never heard of pasteurization, but considering he thought electricity was lightning that tasted like white bread... well getting him up to date would take a while.