A blender? Oh, right. Amelia's seen those at cafes before. It can't be that hard to use if everyone seems to have one.

The rogue takes her time cutting up some fruits and putting them into the blender the way she's seen done by baristas. She throws in a couple of ice cubes for good measure and then surveys the assembled mass. All the fruits go together, so this should be good. Hopefully Harley will like it.

With a nod to herself, she hits the on button, yelping when bits of fruit and ice start to fly everywhere. She rushes to hit the button again, but it's far too late. Most of blender's contents are now all over the kitchen counters and floors - and Amelia herself. Sighing heavily, she grabs a wash cloth and starts to clean up the mess.

"It'll be a few more minutes," she calls up to the loft. "Don't worry, I've got this."