"Well, regardless of which one is true, I’m glad we won’t have to stress over when she's coming back now." It still didn’t mean they could just dilly dally and fool around but, considering they were attempting something new and experimental, not having to worry about every minute and second certainly helped keep this activity
fun.
Hopefully their frosted treat would keep Lena from being
too upset once she returned.
She couldn’t help the tilt of her head at the brunette’s words, though she nodded despite her own confusion.
"Yeah…? It's not impossible to make ice cream without one, buuut it’ll definitely save us a loot of time." Ice cream machine… Ice cream maker… Was there a difference between the two?
She’d heavily underestimated how
old the ice cream maker truly was, only coming to understand Ronja’s warning once the antique had been properly found.
"W-Whoa… that is old." The blonde was quick to help once her friend began to take it out of storage, the ice cream maker carefully placed atop an empty section of the counter before Val properly inspected it.
A finger gently traced over the gold painted “
Frost King” letters atop it, a brand she’d certainly never heard of before—and probably had ceased to exist long ago. This baby was 100% manual power too, something the blonde wasn’t exactly looking forward to, but at least the design was straightforward and functional.
"This is… wow, I’m honestly surprised it’s in such good condition." Most of the antiques she’d seed were often time decoration pieces at best, and that’s when they weren’t covered in rust and one strong gust away from crumbling into nothing. It was clear Lena had gone through great lengths to not only restore it—whether it was by her own hand or someone else—but also ensure it could still carry out the function it’d been made for in the first place.
"Man, this thing's gonna be a workout..." She only hoped her arm would hold out until the ice cream was done, but that meant Val’s attention would be mostly consumed in this particular task. Her index finger quietly tapped the top of the antique as the blonde mulled it over, before finally picking up her phone and sending Ronja the link for the
peach jam recipe she’d found earlier.
"Alright, on a scale of one to ten, how comfortable do you feel preparing this Ronja?" While it had a few particular steps the blonde felt the overall recipe shouldn’t be too challenging… but that could also just be her own experience in the kitchen talking.
"Think you’re up for the challenge~?"
A cheeky smile was given to the tinkerer as the blonde rested against the ice cream maker, having given Ronja enough time to look the recipe over before finally asking.