What a silly question. The laughter could have throttled her. "Of course pineapple goes into smoothies. They can put any fruit into a smoothie. They just shove it into the blender."
The sight that tore her attention away from this temporary joy, was that of the two figures of earlier becoming more well defined, because of the fact that they had decided to approach. Like wolves, their teeth were visible first, lips pared back to showcase them. A canine leer that for feline duos spelled either doom or dusty compliments.
"... and mix them together." Her voice was a lot fainter, but she didn't assume the worst. No. That kind of smile didn't always mean she'd have to put up with somebody speaking. Emmy was the only company she desired.