"Mornin' Mol. Destroying the kitchen?" Chase asked.
"I'm gonna clean it up!" Molly said hurriedly. "I'm just making breakfast."
Chase looked over the mounds of eggs and the full-to-capacity four-slice toaster. "That's a lot of breakfast."
"Yeah, uh, I'm going to share it with Gert," Molly said, not mentioning that by 'share' she meant she was going to have maybe a slice of toast and a banana out of the entire feast. "I'm makin' her breakfast in bed!"
"Oh, that's sweet, Mol." Chase said. "She could use it. I think she might've caught something; she went to bed early last night and she's been totally zonked ever since. And the snoring! I could hardly sleep with that buzzsaw going off in my ears." He frowned. "Uh, so maybe don't mention that to Nico. She gets a little funny about us sharing a room sometimes."
"My lips are sealed like superglue," Molly said. She got an idea. "You should do something nice for her too! Like buy her something."
"What, like flowers? I dunno, they're kinda expensive. I mean, I'm not saying she's not worth it, but our budget... anyway, she said flowers weren't, I don't know, sustainable or something?" He scratched his head.
"What about chocolate?" Molly said brightly. "Girls totally love getting chocolate!"
"Well, I know you would," Chase laughed, "but that's cause you're sugar crazy. You just want me to get 'em so you can eat half of 'em."
Molly shook her head. "Not this time. I won't eat a single piece of Gert's candy, I promise."
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"Admit it," Gert said, eyeing the heavy tray of breakfast. "You're trying to butter me up for something." She tucked a paper towel into the collar of her slightly threadbare purple PJs.
"I'm just being nice," Molly insisted.
"Pouring me some Cheerios would be 'nice'." Gert observed, spearing a forkful of slightly-burnt-but-still-yummy pancake. "You've spent the last two days stuffing me senseless with goodies. I can't figure out what your angle is, yet, but I will."
"Th-there's no--"
"It just better not be--mmph--better not be what I think it is, because we've discussed it and we definitely can not keep a pony down here."
"It's not that!" Molly protested. "Old Lace is better than a pony, anyway! I just want to do something nice for you, 'cause you're my friend. Is that... is that really so hard to believe?" She started sniffling.
"Molly..." Gert said, frowning. "You're right. I'm really sorry. I know you're a good kid." She squeezed Molly's hand. "That's one of the things I really like about you. No bullshit."
"N-no... what you said," Molly agreed, feeling horrible. She was Gert's friend, and her she was plotting to fatten her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Even when she knew what she was doing was for the greater good--it still made her feel like a lousy person.
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