Though rubbing the spot where Chuu Lee tapped, Cookie still sports a similarly drooling smile. “It has been a while since I’ve gotten a good look at Maple’s bakery. Tell me, is she still with that, whatshisname, Sum Geeko? Zen Gecko? Sun Wu- oh forget it, is she sing- er, available to- Yeow!”
Chuu Lee’s got her by the ear, and chides her friend, “Too thirsty.” Then, she whispers some stuff to Cookie, whose eyes go wide.
https://youtu.be/RyFyZawkj6IOnce she’s released, Cookie bows her head to Peppa, having to get pretty low to do it. “Sorry, nevermind about that."
“Oh? Uh, okay?” Peppa says.
This conversation has been very hard to follow for Son Peppa. After all the words that have been thrown around, it seems to be a very mundane conversation about running a kitchen, wanting more diners at the table, and then a cook saying she’s written off baking but still wants to see her mom’s bakery (which Peppa probably took out with the meatery in a domino collapse). So a good part of her has tuned out, but the Saiyan part keeps getting pinged at every mention of food, and that last one did a number on her with the thought that it’ll be some time before she eats her mother’s pancakes again. Like, a week?
Unacceptable!
“Actually, in the last few weeks it’s hit me that eating out is very expensive. Thanks a bunch for treating me today! But at this point, I think I [i:lit]need[/i:lit] to take you up on those cooking lessons. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to make a meal for my wife- er, future wife, current girlfriend, I’m just not very good at it yet.”
“Awww, how sweet!” Cookie beams at her, then turns to Chuu Lee, deadpan. “Another reason I had to get out of that house, talk like that would have Mama tan our hides ‘till we knew how to play House right.’ Woman was super gung-ho about taking her way of life and passing it down, and hearing the Eclair version of the Talk?”
She pauses to shudder, and continues with her lip curled, “I always remember back to when I had to come home with my muffin top, and sure she was all ‘oh sweetie I’m sorry’ and ‘you’ll always have a home here’ but I could hear her whistling about it in the other rooms, and she’d swear it was because of something else, and then I’d hear what sounded like honest-to-goodness skipping and I'd round the corner and find her more flushed then them fancy-pants toilets. She'd tell me, in between bouts of catchin' her breath, that my siblings were horsing around and galloped off, just missed ‘em! And then she couldn’t help but gush about how exciting it would be to hear the pitter-patter of her first grandkid added to it.”
Peppa’s suspicion spikes. “Wait, by ‘muffin top’ do you mean you were-”
Acting fast, Cookie pulls out a muffin from her hat, no hair on it, and gives it to Peppa.
Her mouth too full of banana nut bread to continue, Peppa's train of thought is successfully shunted for the time being.
