Feeding the Juice

Famir stood up, all ready. "What do I need to do?" he asked. He was unable to hold himself still when his hopes of getting his sister back from a year old coma were rising again. 

He was very excited. 

"You don't have to do much. Just sit back and watch," Ning said and took the fruit. He caught the top and bottom of the peach horizontally and twisted it so that it split vertically along where the natural line in the peach was. 

He took the seed and threw it outside the window. "Do you have a clean cloth?" he asked. 

Famir immediately ran to the other room and brought back a single shirt. The shirt looked dirty, but that was just because of its bland color. 

"This is my shirt, will this work?" Famir asked. 

"This is clean, right?" Ning asked just to make sure. 

"Yes, yes. I cleaned it myself a week ago," Famir replied.