"Gladly," Lara replies, taking the bowl and heading to the counter with it. Pulling her hair back and washing her hands, she digs around in a drawer for a straw, using that to hull the strawberries quickly and carefully. There's not much in the way of wasted fruit, either.

"My mother taught me this when I was five, and it's been my favorite way of doing this," Lara says after a bit, looking up at Grace with a smile.