"Yup!" The little girl nodded happily. "Fresh from the oven and full of yummy goodness!"
Gert let out a groan. "Molly. Honey. I'm already full of yummy goodness. I'm so full of yummy goodness I'm about to rupture like a cheap beanbag chair. The thought of any more yummy goodness is making me physically illness."
She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle a belch.
"There's always room for cookies," Molly urged.
Gert groaned again. "There's no more room for cookies."
"Not even one little itty bitty cookie?"
"Not even one little itty bitty freaking cookie, no." Gert put a hand on her belly. "Oh, god. This is not a happy stomach."
"Come on, you can't be full already." Molly reached down and smoothed the fabric of Gert's T-shirt around the curve at her middle. "Your tummy is barely sticking out. I mean, it is, but not more than usual or anything."
"I'm not a cartoon character, okay? Just because my stomach isn't the size of a beach ball doesn't mean I have room left."
"Just try a bite," Molly said, holding a cookie. Gert knocked it away.
"Molly, cut it out! I'm freaking stuffed, okay? I don't want it!"
Her conscience, pushed into the back of her mind, emerged to knaw at her again. You call yourself a friend? But apparently Gert's conscience had had something to say as well, because the purple-haired girl sighed and pushed a few lanks strands out of her face.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I--maybe I could manage ONE cookie."
"Yay!" Molly dashed to the corner and picked up the cookie. "Five second rule!"
"That was more than--glmmph," Gert said. She chewed resignedly, then swallowed. "Okay. All gone. I--I--"
She opened her mouth in a jaw-cracking lawn, giving Molly a great view of the cookie crumbs. "Oh, man, am I sleepy!"
"Take a nap!" Molly suggested.
"I shouldn't... shouldn't go to sleep on such a full stomach..." Gert said. "But...I don't think I'm gonna...be able to..."
She trailed off, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Molly set the plate of cookies down next to her. "A little snack for when you wake up," she whispered. "Night night!"
Gert half-snored, half-snorted in one of those uncomfortable respiratory events that only really happen when a girl's a little chubby and more than a little full.
Molly grinned guiltily. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to pull this off after all.
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