Meike smiled at Jacob. She would never have guessed that the poor boy was suffering from nerves. She had no special senses like some of the other people here, so she had no clue that he had self-medicated prior to her arrival. And she had said that they would be having drinks, anyway.
"Allergic?" she chuckled. "That would be a new one." Although, machines had their own little quirks as much as the next person, so maybe it didn't like pineapples.
Going over to the little machine, she gently ran her hand over it before turning it over and opening it up with her screwdriver. Blenders were pretty simple machines so it didn't require much concentration or study to make a connection. "My advice to you is to get the pineapple pulp in a can. She doesn't like pineapples. Or vodka. But she'll forgive you for that one." It wasn't like how people had preferences. The machine had a reason - it made it work too hard, or it messed up the balance of oils. It wasn't quite the same, but Meike understood machine psychology. "So avoid pineapples, and lighten up on the vodka."