I was eating graham crackers when this came to me. Lord knows why.
ENJOY.
It was a known fact around Townsville that Buttercup didn't like other girls. Their dainty, frilly attitudes and miniskirts and purses disgusted her. They weren't tough, rough, or strong. They were the exact stereotype of what a female was. It was okay by the other girls, though, because they didn't like her spitting, kicking, spunky personality either.
It was also a known fact that Buttercup loved her sisters. She loved them despite what they would wear, do, or say, despite being the very thing she hated most in other girls. Bubbles would wear her mini dress and ask if she looked good, and Buttercup would smile and say yes. Blossom would wear a different hair clip or just wear her hair a different way and ask for criticism, and Buttercup would supply her thoughts. Sometimes they were helpful –"Pull your hair up and expose your neck. You need to show off your neck if you're wearing a turtle neck." And sometimes they were in a rush and it wasn't helpful at all –"Yes, you look fine, now let's go!"
No one really understood how the three sisters got along so well. Blossom was cool-headed and calculating, but warm. Bubbles was kind and caring. Buttercup was dangerous and fierce. How did three girls, so different, stand each other's presences on a daily basis?
People puzzled over it for years.
When asked, they received the answer.
"How do you three get along?" was asked to Buttercup.
"Because we're sisters," she stated simply.
And the city of Townsville took this answer and replied, "Oh. I guess that's that."
Graham crackers dipped in milk is delish. Just sayin'.
DISCLAIMER YES NO WAT.