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"Wait, you want to do what?" Jughead was baffled. He couldn't believe any version of Cheryl would propose such an outlandish idea.
The redhead scoffed, "Did the lice from that beanie crawl into your ears and distort your hearing?"
"Oh. Well that wasn't hurtful at all, Cher."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Are you in or not?"
"You're wanting to rob Northsiders? Sorry for not immediately jumping on board with this harebrained scheme."
"It's not like I haven't done it before. Plus, if we are smart about this we will only need to break in to one Northside house, and I happen to know exactly which one," Cheryl replied smugly.
"That makes it better," he huffed.
"Do you want to hear the plan or not?"
Jughead shook his head and exhaled deeply through his nose. "Fine, let's hear it. What do you have in mind, Blossom?"
"We're breaking into Thornhill."
"And what the hell is a Thornhill?"
"Of course it wouldn't be called that." Cheryl sighed and ran her hand through her red hair. "Why would it be? It was probably named that by the Blossoms, and here we are... well," she motioned around the room and pursed her lips, "this."
"This isn't so bad. You've got your own room," he shrugged. "I sleep on the pullout in the living room."
"It's a substantial downgrade from the lifestyle I am accustomed to, let me assure you. I'm not trying to be rich. I'm simply trying to obtain enough capital to purchase a replacement hot water heater and a few comforts I'm currently forced to live without," Cheryl explained.
"By robbing your old house," he replied deadpan.
"What? It's not like I'm planning on burning it down again," she retorted, obviously annoyed at his reservations.
Jughead squinted and stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Again?"
"Trust me, Jughead, I'm full of surprises."
"Why do you do that?" he asked.
Cheryl tilted her head, clearly perplexed by his question, "Do what? Burn down houses? It was only the one."
"Circle back to that, but I was referring to the whole name thing. It occurred to me you've never called me Jug once. It's always Jughead or Jones with you. I mean, I'm thankful you haven't pulled out Forsythe on me; don't get me wrong."
