Marshmallow: Oh, my, Berry, this is delicious!
Paris: I know, right? It’s been passed down for several generations now.
Marshmallow: I didn’t know you were this good of a cook!
Paris: I guess it’s a hidden talent.
Marshmallow: Well, thank you for this.
Paris: Voilà! The world-famous “Conch Chili.” Or at least famous in Sugar Springs, that is.
Marshmallow: Mmh, smells delicious!
Paris: Something better. How about you take a nap while I get it ready?
Marshmallow: Get what ready?
Paris: You’ll have to wait and see.
Marshmallow: Fine.
Paris: I see you made it off of the toilet.
Marshmallow: Yeah, yeah, you have saltines or what?
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Marshmallow: Urp…
Paris: Are you sure you’re ok?
Marshmallow: I’m not… just… go home…
Paris: You’re not doing well. I’m staying. Besides, we said every Monday and Wednesday, right? I don’t want to break our deal.
Marshmallow: Well can you at least get me some saltines or something?
Paris: Fine. I promise I won’t be gone long.
Two Weeks Later…
Thistle: I love you, Marshmallow.
Marshmallow: I love you, too.
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