Morro looked up from his book. " Emma."
Emma looked up from her painting. " What?"
" I want cow juice."
Mia, who was drinking water next to Morro, choked and spit the water out of her mouth.
" WHAT?!" She yelled, wiping her mouth.
Morro raised a brow. " What? Also, find me a cow. I want cow cream."
" Y- You can't make CREAM or ICE CREAM with just COWS!" Emma yelped, standing up from her stool.
" But... cow juice and cow cream come from cows."
Mia was still coughing, absolutely flabbergasted. "Morro, do you mean milk?"
Morro blinked innocently. "...Cow juice."
Emma put her hands on her hips, staring at him like he'd just grown a second head. "MORRO. IT'S. CALLED. MILK."
Morro tilted his head, completely unbothered. "Cow juice."
Mia gaped, pointing at him. "You can't just call it cow juice! That's—no, just—no!"
Morro, ever the calm one, turned a page in his book and shrugged. "It's juice. From a cow."
Emma groaned and threw her hands in the air. "That is NOT how it works! That's like saying egg water for eggs!"
Morro perked up. "Ooooh, egg water. Sounds interesting."
Mia's eyes went wide. "NO. NO EGG WATER. NO COW JUICE. IT'S MILK. M! I! L! K!"
Morro looked thoughtful, then set his book down and stood up. "Fine. I'll be more specific."
Emma sighed in relief. "Thank you."
"Go find me some cow excretion liquid."
Emma and Mia froze.
Emma's eye twitched. "... You know what? Cow juice is fine."
Mia facepalmed HARD. "I hate this conversation."
Morro smirked, satisfied. "Good. I'll take my cow juice with cow cream on top."
Emma grabbed her keys. "I'm going to the store. I'm buying milk. NORMAL MILK."
"Cow juice," Morro corrected cheerfully.
"STOP CALLING IT THAT!" both girls screamed at once.
