🌶 - PORTION ONE
(This whole portion is chili getting upset at the fact she has a big fat crush on rye and it's hilarious.)
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I throw the bag into rye's hands and run off. This is so unlike me! Why am I getting all soft and mushy for her! This is like, the first time I've ever returned something I've stolen. I... seriously don't know what I see in her. What in her makes me just... want to be her friend? I wish she didn't hate me. But I am chili pepper cookie. Highest bounty in the market. there's a lot of people that hate me, I guess I'll have to get over it. I run back to my small cookie house that was set up for me by the sugar gnomes (thanks, I guess?). I shut the door behind me and throw myself on the couch. I shove my face in a pillow and belt out the loudest scream I can without anyone outside of the cottage can hear me. "AGHHHHHHH!" I replace the pillow with my hands and jump from how warm my own face feels. "God why is my face so warm... god god god! I'm so upset at myself!!" I get up from my couch and try to comprehend my own feelings. "Do I really want... to be her friend?"
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🌾 - PORTION TWO
(Rye trying to guess how chili feels and why she returned the rye. Dam.)
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I sure do wonder... why she ran.
She's embarrassed? Or she's just had enough of me. Eh, I wouldn't mind either way. But I can't help but wonder... how she truly feels about me. Does she really want to be friends...? Or maybe she's just pitying me. "Rye!" Someone called out my name and I jump. "Are you ok...? You've been standing there staring at that note for a while." Sparkling awkwardly smiles and I walk over to him and sit down at one of the chairs. "Do you... have any idea what this might mean? She stole my rye and gave it back with this note." I hand him the note and he reads it. "We've never liked eachother so I don't understand why'd she wanna be friends now." He looks up at me and smiles a bit. "I guess chili can be a little bit hard to understand at times. She's rude as hell most of the time so possibly... she has a soft spot for you?" I choke on literal air and step out of my seat. "Ok I think I gotta go. Goodbye sparkling, have a good day." I walk out of the bar and run as far away I can from it, my face as warm as the sun. "A soft spot? For me? Pfft." I think. "There's no way."
