Nudge her go, just nudge her!
I was sitting, waiting for you, so she shared the secrets of her divine being with the complexities of the uniqueness and taste of coffee. Well, okay, crazy, but when asked to bring me ice cubes, she said, “I never make them at home... I can’t... You know what to make them from?”
Lav: I couldn’t even say anything. Few,, do not really see a logical chain. But not! When I found the shape for the ice and showed it to her, she shrugged the vanilla-naive fucker and said, "Oh, what kind of fucker is this?", with the complete absence of the eureka spark, hoping that it is a super-secret weapon for enslaving the galaxy.