Autor nods, and heads over to the grapefruits. He slices one open carefully so he doesn't get any juice in his eyes, thanking his lucky stars that he healed his split knuckles with healing herbs before they started cooking. He picks up a juicer and starts going to town.
"How many grapefruits do we need?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder.
Re: White as driven snow
"How many grapefruits do we need?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder.