"Really? I wouldn't mind?"
"What? I wouldn't. Apple has been with people for quite some time now, and me….I am finding out first hand that people aren't as bad as legends say they are."
"Legends?"
"After people stopped touring far off lands; they slowly became myths to us. In order to keep them alive and not totally distant, people came up with stories about them."
"Uhuh."
"Like...…..oh. For example, humans eat every part of an animal.
*Pifffftttt*
Tomato, stop. You're going to make me throw up out of my nose."
"Whereas us, we respect what we eat."
*Sniff*
"We don't eat 'EVERY' part."
"Name some parts you don't eat?"
"Uhhh.....well....hmmmmm....we...But that doesn't change anything."
"I'm sure it doesn't."
"I can already smell the sweet sweet smell of Apples from here. And we're not even on the front lawn."
"Uhhhhhh…..I know you can smell apples, but I don't think you should be able to see them."
"Oh no. Come on, Tomato."
*Eeeeeeekkk....eeeeeekkk...….eeeekkk...….eeeeekk.....eeeeeek*
"Ruby, grab a towel."
"What happened in here? Why is the smoke alarm going off?"
"I told you we should have baked two. One ine each pan."
"And I said we could bake one, just a large one."
"GIRLS?"
".......She did it!!!!"
"One at a time. What happened?"
"We...I mean I....."
"We overfilled one of the fans, and just like a Microwave, it overflowed and blew the Oven."
"Now smoke and fumes are everywhere and we are doing our best to douse everything."
"Ruby, I asked if you were ok."
"I am. I just didn't look at the time."
"Last time we did this, you were able to stay on, even with Apple not helping us."
"Hey."
"All I am saying is maybe whatever is distracting you; there is no need to hold back.
You may be a Warrior, but I promise you. This is a safe space. So, if you need to let it all out then we won't stop you. You can go upstairs to your room, and my husband, I, and the others will rebake and present."
"What about Peter?"
"He'll understand.
Anybody can pour flour into a mixer, but only one can tell you how much to pour?
He'll know you provided that."
"Thanks."
"....Now go cry upstairs. I just mopped the floor."
"Yes, mom.
Come on, Picca."
*Chirp….chirp*
"Hun."
"Yes, Dear?"
"We still have a problem."
"What's that?"
"None of us know how to bake, besides you."
"Should we call, Serenity?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You don't want to admit defeat yet again and have her help you?"
"She didn't help us. All she did was…"
"I'm calling her right now."
"No."
"Hey…give me my phone back. We will never finish before Peter does. He is probably already reassembling."
"Have none of you ever heard about teaching?
Now put on some gloves and let me show you how it's really done."
"What about Ruby? How long do you think she will stay up there?"
"You can't run from your problems forever. I know she'll be ok."