Put Sasha's Soul in a Glass

While Sasha's back was turned, Aaron reached in with the tweezers and pulled out her soul before turning away. Sasha didn't seem to notice anything, placing a pair of shot glasses onto the kitchen table.

Aaron dropped Sasha's soul into one glass, the glowing orb wriggling in circles around the base like a stranded tadpole.

Sasha's eyes widened as she started at it. "What the fuck is that?"

"A soul," Aaron said, not having to fake an evil grin.

Sasha's face lit up, "Whose?"

Aaron tapped his sister's nose, letting Sasha jump to her own conclusions. He smiled at the irony of his girlfriend gloating over her own helpless spirit, thinking it was his. She hadn't even thought to ask where he'd been hiding it before now.

"Got any fruit lying around?" he asked.

Sasha almost leapt away from the table; grabbing a peach before jumping back.

"Perfect," Aaron said as he stuck the tweezers into the peach and pulled out its soul. Much like the potato's had been, it was dim and limp, sitting in the bottom of the second glass like a lump of pale jam.

"I didn't think fruit had a soul," Sasha said, curiosity overriding cruelty for a moment.