[ The burger parts all taste the same to her, really. The variety seems more based on the components of the burger itself? Which makes perfect sense, reminds her of making potions a little, but for your mouth. Well, for your mouth in a nice way instead of a boring mediciney way. ]
Well, that would ruin the burgers.
[ At the little shower of snowflakes, she shoves her bottle of lemonade into Anders' free hand and raises her own above her head, tosses out a similar burst of snow with the same degree of unnecessary flourishing. She has no sense of restraint or scale herself, and the snow she creates sticks around a little longer, dusting their hair and clothes.
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Well, that would ruin the burgers.
[ At the little shower of snowflakes, she shoves her bottle of lemonade into Anders' free hand and raises her own above her head, tosses out a similar burst of snow with the same degree of unnecessary flourishing. She has no sense of restraint or scale herself, and the snow she creates sticks around a little longer, dusting their hair and clothes.
Challengingly: ]
Do something bigger!