COoKiEs!
DISCLAIMER: Hi, I'm Bernard, the pyromaniacal purple mango. Yeena does NOT, I repeat does NOT own Shaman king.
Yeena: OH! BERNARD! HOWAREYOUIMFINEAREYOUFINEYEAIMGREATANDYOUILIKECOOCKIESTHEYTASTEGOODBUTTHEYAREFRUSTRATINGTHEYARESOHARDTOOPEN-gasp-ANYWAYSHOWAREYOU
Clarence: lets continue with the story?
Jun walked through the door. "I AM HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!" she shrieked. Ren cam charging out of the kitchen, jumped and landed on his socks, slid across the marble floor, and ran into a wall. "Ouch, pain.………"
He whimpered.
Well, at least he wasn't hurt TOO bad. Jun helped him up and sat the overly hyper toddler down in his highchair (highchairs, something I never thought Tao Ren needed…). "Renny! I have a surprise for you! Cookies!"
"cookiescookiescookies." Muttered Ren, staring at his sister. She handed the small boy a bag of cookies, and began talking about how she had made them. "It's really easy, actually. All you need is a pinch of salt---"
2 HOURS LATER"---then you add a---" WUNK Jun looked up from the fairly long list she had made and looked at her brother. He sat in his highchair with an angry look on his face and his arms folded across his chest. She looked down at the item she had been hit with and saw it was her bag of cookies. She picked it up, popped it open and tossed one into her mouth. Almost immediately, her face scrunched up and turned green. She ran to the bathroom and there was a large SPLOSH sound coming from the general direction Jun had run.
I believe we all learned 2 very important lessons today.
Ren couldn't open a bag of cookies to save his life
Do I really need to say it? All right, I will.
Jun
Cant
Cook