Well sure she can ask. She's right about him not being able to explain though.
Or at least not being able to explain with words. Actions, however, should make it pretty damn clear.
He makes it to Jamba Juice, and he walks right behind the counter because hey, there's no one here to stop him. Then he rummages about a bit until he finds--ah, yes.
A whole tall stack of clear plastic cups. He smacks them down on the counter, and predictably the stack topples the moment that he takes his hand off it and cups just go everywhere, so he tries to grab them as they fall and then basically there are just flying cups knocked over and sailing across the floor, but look, he saves one! Amidst all the spinning, falling, bouncing, rolling plastic (and to be honest, that in itself is kind of a novelty--they don't have loads of plastic where he's from) he's got his hand on one cup, and he sets it down with a dramatic gesture, like it's a gods damned glass chariot or something.
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Or at least not being able to explain with words. Actions, however, should make it pretty damn clear.
He makes it to Jamba Juice, and he walks right behind the counter because hey, there's no one here to stop him. Then he rummages about a bit until he finds--ah, yes.
A whole tall stack of clear plastic cups. He smacks them down on the counter, and predictably the stack topples the moment that he takes his hand off it and cups just go everywhere, so he tries to grab them as they fall and then basically there are just flying cups knocked over and sailing across the floor, but look, he saves one! Amidst all the spinning, falling, bouncing, rolling plastic (and to be honest, that in itself is kind of a novelty--they don't have loads of plastic where he's from) he's got his hand on one cup, and he sets it down with a dramatic gesture, like it's a gods damned glass chariot or something.
Behold! This is what he's fucking doing.