The two women share a glance, and see mirrored understanding that those double entendres have completely wooshed right over the monkey in their midst. …time to keep doing more of them!
https://youtu.be/5DBnQIoJCfsCookie waves a hand. “I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s natural for every child to wreck their mother’s kitchen just the one time!”
Chuu Lee hums, and points out, “I doubt Miss Eclair ever had that problem with the amount of kids she had running around.”
Cookie huffs. “Mama is a force of nature unto herself. With the whole lot of us living under that roof, I’m surprised it never blew off into the sky.” Some thunder rumbles in the distance, and she gazes up at the rainstorm, smiling. “Kinda do miss how rowdy it got. Had to get out of there for sure, but always saw myself ending up with more mouths to feed. Even if Muffin does eat enough to make up the difference- ah, don’t tell her I said that. …actually, do tell her, might make her mad enough to come tell me otherwise?”
Chuu Lee pats her on the back. “Sure, sure. And hey, if you do want to fill out a table like that, you could always try making a new batch.”
Cookie snickers, shaking her head. “Nah, just the one time was enough baking for me. For real, you dodged a bullet when yours fell into your lap instead of the other way around.” Then, she glances at Peppa, and smirks. “And I’m definitely in the same camp as Peppa. Eating out suits my tastes better.”
Very confused, Peppa asks, “But aren’t you a cook?”
Cookie’s cheeks puff out in amusement at the girl’s earnestness, and she covers it up as clearing her throat. “Ahem, well, it’s like that saying, the cobbler’s children have no shoes-”
The growl of a Saiyan's stomach cuts her off. Running her hands along her tail sheepishly, Peppa apologizes, “Eheh, sorry. Was just thinking peach cobbler sounds really good right now.”
“Ahaha, sorry, I don’t have the ingredients on me!" The Cook explains, "Anyhow, what I'm getting towards is that a lady cook like me can appreciate what the other ones got cooking more than if I settled for my own side dishes.”
Chuu Lee coughs at that, cheeks near as red as her hair, and figures it’s time to pull the rip-cord on this. “And just what sorts of side dishes would those be?”
https://youtu.be/QnQO73tUv3ABlushing, Cookie holds her hands to her face and sighs wistfully. “Oh, I’ve always been partial to a shortstack! Just imagining the feel of all that springy cake in my palm, warm enough to melt butter, and then I give it a smack to see it jiggle,” she licks her lips, and continues, “Then, that’s when I cover everything in syrup and dive in-”
A truly cherry Chuu Lee taps out on her friend’s back. “Whoa-ho-ho-kay, Cookie, that’s enough! Picture painted, I give, I give!”
Peppa wipes some drool that seeped from her mouth. “Mmm~! Yeah, my Mom’s are great. You should ask her to treat you sometime!”