Noodle was leaning back just to move his spine. He was waiting for Chef to be finished. Apparently he was making a new kind of smoothie for him.
When Chef came back, he chuckled at the weird position Noodle had gotten into. “OH LOVE, YOU WOULD BE A PRETZEL WITHOUT ME. HERE, LET ME HELP YOU.”
Chef slowly straightened Noodle back to a nice sitting position, and Noodle bubbled in his neck softly, appreciating the help.
“THERE. NOW HERE, LET’S GET YOU YOUR DRINK!” He picked up the glass and gently inserted the large straw into the neck hole.
Noodle slurped it, having a wonderful time as he somewhat leaned forward onto Chef’s shoulder to get better purchase. He liked this flavor, whatever it was.
Just humming a bit, happy, Chef waited till Noodle let the straw fall back into the glass and beamed, “OH THAT WAS A GOOD ONE THEN. THAT WAS FIG AND ORANGE. I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT.”