"You're still not mad about my rumours, are you?"
"Why would I? It's not a rumor if it's true."
"So I was right. You really are the PlantLady?"
"Well...."
"Would you mind remozing your jacket?"
"Yes, yes I would mind."
"She's cold. That's why she has it on."
"Really? I think that jacket makes you look younger, if I do say so myself."
"What do you want, Fighter?"
"I just came to say sorry, again; and seek your forgiveness. It was wrong of me to accuse, with nothing to go on but old papers."
"Ruby, I thought…."
"Apology accepted.
By the way, what did you do with the raisins I gave you?"
"I made Peanut Butter raisin cookies. Would you like to try one?"
"I would, please."
"Perfect. I'll bring two out."
"Mrs. Heartchild, did you know that….."
"No. I thought….."
"Here you go, Ladies. A generational recipe. Enjoy."
"Thank you, Fighter. These look wonderful...….and if they taste just as good as they smell then I think you have a winner."
"Awww…I love to hear that, but I feel like I already won."
"Accoummph."
"Acccoummmph."
"Mmmm….mmmm….These cookies are amazing. I can really taste the peanuts. You used chunky peanut butter I can tell."
"Really? Cause I can't taste a....*Thud*
"Ruby!!! Ruby!!!!! Are you ok? Answer me. Ruu....oh no….*Thud*
"Nighty-night. ladies