Veronica open the door pls
They were at the toon handler's office, the smell of ichor, hand sanitizer and tension filled the room.
They were in Veronica's office, Vee's toon handler. She had a kind, but stern expression.
“What happened?”, Veronica asked.
“I... One of my friends spilled water on her”, Brightney said.
“Who?”, Veronica asked.
Brightney seemed scared at the question, she didn't want Cosmo to get in trouble. She stammers as she thinks of what to say.
“Never mind, just make sure Vee's okay. Okay?”, Veronica asked.
“Okay... Will I get in trouble?”, Brightney asked.
“Of course not! I'll keep quiet on this, won't tell Delilah”, Veronica said.
“You mean miss Delilah..?”, Brightney asked.
Veronica softly laughed, as she patted Brightney on the back. Finding her fear and innocence cute, and slightly childish.
Brightney laughed along, not sure what they were both laughing about. Vee is still on Veronica's desk.
“Yes, I mean miss Delilah. Stay with Vee until the water dries out”, Veronica said.
“Okay!”, Brightney said.
With Sprout, Ginger and Cosmo. In the kitchen
Ginger's hair wasn't on fire anymore, and it's not like she could feel much pain either. After all, toons are fragile but pain resistant which is how they can walk off bites from twisteds...
“She said chocolate muffins right? Or was it cupcakes”, Ginger asked.
“I guess muffins? I don't think there's a difference between cupcakes and muffins...”, Sprout said.
“Bro... OBJECTION! ”, Cosmo yelled.
“Wha?”, Sprout asked.
Cosmo stood on the kitchen counter, which was really unhygienic and also quite weird. But nobody decided to point in that little detail.
“Muffins and cupcakes are different!”, Cosmo said
“They're just mini cakes..”, Sprout said
“Nuh uh”, Cosmo said.
The judge, Ginger was looking upon them. As she banged the counter with a wooden spatula, similar to the hammer judges usually have, not sure what's it called.
“Order in the court..!”, Ginger said, laughing to herself.
“Muffins use vegetable oil, whereas cupcakes use butter”, Cosmo said.
“They're both just fatty oils, bro”, Sprout said.
“Nuh uh, that makes muffins healthier than cupcakes. Not to mention that cupcakes have frosting, while muffins don't”, Cosmo argued.
Sprout was getting irritated by Cosmo, it was the usual friends banter. Except now they have their judge, and courtroom aka the kitchen
“If I put some frosting on muffins, won't that make it a cupcake then?”, Sprout asked.
“... Crap, I haven't thought about that”, Cosmo said.
“See? And the only crap here is that shit log of a head”, Sprout mocked.
“Hey.. That was a low blow, plus we're not allowed to curse”, Cosmo said.
Ginger hummed in agreement with her cousin, although she does agree with Sprout that Cosmo looks like dog poop, literally.
“Sprout, that was really a low blow..”, Ginger said.
“Yeah, bro. You look bald as hell, even though you have hair. No idea how you messed that up”, Cosmo said.
Sprout's face turned black with embaressment, as he takes off his scarf and covers his gigantic forehead. He was very insecure about that, since his toon handler would always tease him for it.
“I do not have a five-head!”, Sprout said.
“... Nobody said you had a five-head”, Ginger said.
Sprout realized his mistake, as he suggested himself that he had a big ass forehead. Cosmo was laughinh in victory, a true sore loser. And people thought he was shy...
“MUAHAHA, you've admitted yourself you had a five-head”, Cosmo laughed.
“Cosmo, you have like a one-head.. I doubt there's any room for your brain”, Ginger defended Sprout.
“Why're you defending him, family first!”, Cosmo said.
After a few seconds of laughing, and fake anger. And some more jokes and petty banter, they stopped.
“When are we gonna bake the cupcakes?”, Sprout asked
“I dunno bro”, Cosmo said.