"What's a mixer?" David asked.
"You don't cook?" Joanna looked at him.
"I cook when am alone and hungry but I don't know what a mixer is?" He shrugged.
"Well, if there was a mixer, all I need is to put all these together and it will give me a soft dough". She gestured to the used ingredients.
"Then I don't need a mixer to cook, only to make snacks. Right?"
"Umm, maybe yes, maybe no". She said. "It depends on what you want to make".
David walked up to her and folded his sleeves. "How can I be of service then?"
"I need you to keep kneading this until I say it's okay". She instructed and moved away, letting David take her position. "I will be making us a natural fruit juice to go with the doughnuts".
"Scared of getting drunk?" David teased.
Joanna cringed. "I am never getting drunk again". She shook her head to clear all the crazy things she had done the night before.
