Michelle watched him curiously as he spoke. She hadn't expected some kind of magic hand motion to go along with things, namely because hers didn't require one. What was she going to do, point at her throat? She leaned forward to look over at what he was doing, and grinned broadly at the tiny swirl going around her cup. "Cool," she breathed, eyeing it for another moment before she answered him. "So can you make it like... a mixed drink? Because if so, I'm all for vodka sprite."