You’re sitting in the back of the car, the hum of the engine mixing with the faint sound of the radio as Vannamelon drives, her green hair swaying, her watermelon slice accessory glaring as she grips the steering wheel with one hand. Mini Lemon, in the passenger seat, leans out the window toward the drive-through, her yellow hair flailing, her lemon accessory smirking as she reaches to place her order, her yellow sweater slipping off one shoulder. Vannamelon reaches over with her free hand, grabbing Mini Lemon’s hips to pull her back, her pink eyes narrowed in frustration.

Vannamelon: “Mini Lemon, seriously, can you chill for one second?” she snaps, her voice laced with annoyance, her pink eyes glaring as she holds Mini Lemon’s hips, her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass jiggling in her green sweater and shorts, her red swirl tattoos glowing faintly. “Melonhead, look at this nonsense—she’s gonna get us in trouble! I’m taking a photo for proof.” She pulls out her phone with her other hand, snapping a picture with the caption “She want to order 😒,” her unamused expression clear as she glances back at you.

Mini Lemon: “Shut up, idiot Melon! I’m just ordering, LemonHead!” she retorts, her voice sharp and sour, her blue eye flashing as she stretches further, her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass on display in her yellow sweater, her eyepatch glinting, her tsundere blush barely noticeable as she ignores Vannamelon’s grip. Their fruity dynamic fills the car with a chaotic, tense vibe, their contrasting personalities creating a lively scene.