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“Well, I need to return the fisherman’s truck before we plan on doing anything.” You made a promise, and you don’t break those anymore! Also, Cookie can accompany you, maybe it’ll help her somehow – a two stones, one bird deal! Wait… you said that wrong… it’s fine, nobody can hear, except…
Philonune smiles wider as you turn your gaze on him for a moment. He heard you. Your thoughts are loud.
“Sounds like a befitting carriage for Chio. She likes her tuna.” Cookie moves one brow up.
“I-It wasn’t for the date.” It kinda was, but wasn’t!
“Suuuure.” Cookie chuckles. She has collected more ammo against Chio.
“Say that again, ‘cause I want you to come with me. So, will you?” You turn this around into a win. “We’ll leave them a note.”
“What about her?” Cookie doesn’t want to leave Wilma behind. She’s clinging onto her. “Should I wake her up?”
“No, I have an idea…”
You carry the tomato to her new bed with Matilda. The Sweet girl embraces the little nest hair and both end up cuddling together. Adorable. You’d take a picture if cameras existed in this time period.
“Hehe, it’s funny to imagine what will happen when one of them wakes up.” Cookie is letting her imagination go wild.
“Yeah.” You let yours go wild as well… Yeah, you can see them not minding at all and staying like that for longer! It’s beautiful!
“Hold on, I need to put some pants on…” Cookie is wearing a loose top and sports shorts. She completes her full disheveled sport outfit. Didn’t she care a lot about covering herself? She did absentmindedly change clothes too when you were there. The Last Tomato is a pretty confusing gal. “There, ready.”
Before leaving the Camper, Cookie wrote a quick note about your whereabouts on a sticky and plastered it over the exit door.
