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Peppa attempts to noogie him, and the leftover static in his hair shocks her for the trouble. “Yow! No, you’re not, and no, it’s not!”
The boy raises a metallic finger with a zappy strand lingering on it near her tail, making its hairs stand on end. When she’s a good distance away, he declares, “Tis so!”
Before things can hit DEFCON 1 on a “Nuh uh / Yuh huh” war, Peppa remembers that she’s a few years older than the boy and therefore more sensible. She asks her Teach, “What is that tradition?”
Chuu Lee claps the dirt from her palm, and explains, “It’s kinda like when you toss some dirt in at a burial to bid the dead goodbye, but if you can’t make the funeral to pay your respects, you entrust the wind to carry it to the rest of the way.”
“Is that an Earthling tradition?”
The boy unhelpfully goes, “Duh!” and gets flicked in the robo-eye for his trouble.
Cookie shakes her head. “It’s a local tradition, Land of Korin in particular. The wind there acted mighty strange, you could toss letters on the wind and people would get them.”
Chuu Lee nods. “Yeah, that place was really windy. At first I thought it was Mt. Rumble being all tall and stormy that was causing it, and then I thought it was Korin and his magic clouds, but it turns out that all the winds in the world go through God’s Palace way up above Korin’s Tower!”
While her Teach is busy expositing stuff that might be relevant later, Peppa is busy lording this win over the boy. “Hahaha! Turns out it was local, you yokel!” she pokes fun at him, also literally pokes him in the cheek a lot, cheekily!
The pouting boy turns away from her, and sets to combing his hair again (it keeps spiking up tho). He rebuttals, “Um, uh, no! Lots of places do it, Korin Land needn’t be the only one.”
Cookie considers. “Yeah, there’s a good chance it could have spread to other towns. Especially since all us siblings had to scatter to the winds, home was practically a rabbit’s den.”
The boy considers the Cook and her words, then his megabuster’s bulb blinks onto flashlight mode and also an egg timer goes off.
He nods at her, and declares, “Alrighty! Welp, time for us to hit the trail, plenty dark out and it’s fixin’ to storm. And it’s past This Youngster’s bedtime, got a big day tomorrow, that monster’s not gonna slay herself!” He walks over to Peppa, and grabs her hand. “Let us depart, Master Monkey!”
Peppa squints at the boy. “Something wrong?”
“Hahaha, no!” he laughs, then hisses, “Please can we go?”
Peppa looks to the dark sky, small streaks of lightning the only illumination from above. “It’s late, and it’s a Tuesday. Sorry kid, maybe some other time.”
“But!” The boy tugs her hand, and waves his metal one. “You promised me you’d help me!”
Peppa points out, “I said I would in exchange for a meal.”
He points over at Cookie. “I got you a meal-”
“Cookie gave us a free meal in exchange for fighting those wolves," Peppa considers. "And... I suppose I do owe you for your part in it. Half-way, at least."
