On his way back up, Majima scrutinizes the cups -- decorated in some unintelligible script, a cute creature mascot -- and gives one of the smoothies an experimental taste. He has a hard time identifying the constituent ingredients outside of "vaguely fruity." They didn't skimp on the sweet, that's for damn sure.

He distributes the cups to Harley and Amelia, keeping the last one in reserve for anyone who wants seconds. He's more about that raw fruit option, plucking up a slice of apple before resuming his seat on the bed.

"So ... ya wanna talk it out, Harley-chan?"