One banana, two girls.
Emily opened and “split” it as I watched. Abby had stepped out of the room while Emi did it.
She deliberated for a moment as one “half” was considerably larger than the other; looking down at both “halves” turning her head from one to the other.
The following conversation ensued as she walked over to Abby.
Em: “I want the short one”
Abs: Awe (in a man I wanted that one tone)
Em: “Ok!” (in an I got exactly what I wanted tone)
And they proceeded to each eat their own parts happily.