I'm not sure if I have to say it, but Cyatts' idea.
Charlie was in the invention room, he still hadn't perfected the hair toffee. Every Oompa Loompa who eats it needs a lawn mower to shave him. It was quite a strange day yesterday. He and Veruca went down to save her family, but all they saw was ashes. Veruca didn't seem that upset actually. She never actually knew her aunt and her cousin was horrible.
Veruca went to the little house that she was always scared to go in. It wasn't the people who were in there, it was the fact that it was leaning over a lot. She walked in to see Charlie's mother cooking a little lunch for everyone. Mrs. Bucket liked Veruca in a way, but she hated being around her too long because of how she smelled. Of course, she would never admit it. She may be the only chance for Charlie. The golden tickets were the reason they were there, but she didn't want Charlie to find an heir like that. Veruca could smell four things: T-Bone Steak, Corn on the Cob, Baked Potato and Garbage. Hopefully that last thing was her and not what they were eating. She sat down even though it would be another half hour until dinner was served.
It has been about two months since Veruca came to stay in the factory. Mrs. Bucket wanted to get to know Veruca better. "So, Veruca, what is it you like to do." She kindly replied, "I like to help Charlie create ideas for candy, ballet and I used to like getting everything I wanted...until I went through a painful lesson." Charlie had told Mrs. Bucket about what happened to each kid, but they never found out whether Augustus, Violet and Veruca survived. Charlie found out about the girls, but for Augustus it was still a mystery. They wondered if he had gone through a horrible side effect. They didn't get complaints about bones in the toffee, so that was a good sign.
Mrs. Bucket was curious. "How well do you and Charlie get along." Veruca remembered everything she's done for him. Stood up for him at the restaurant, took care of him when he was sick and even help with ideas for candy. Then she remembered everything he's done for her. He always made her feel better, whether it was her horrible father, nightmares, her cousin or her permanent stench. And then there was the fact that every day since he was sick he sent her candy flowers. "He's a wonderful person. You were very blessed to have him as a son. He's kind, considerate, and never looks down on others. That even includes little horrible me." Mrs. Bucket noticed how Veruca tended to put herself down. She might have still not accepted herself. She then questioned why she could never smell good again. "I don't know, somehow no matter what i do, even dump a bottle of perfume on myself, it never goes away. I still haven't gotten used to my own smell and my hot, sticky breath. Every once in a while, I even find a few pieces of garbage in my hair. I feel like it grows back." She then suddenly pulled out a rotten pear out of her hair.
"I can't begin to imagine how your life turned out after your trip to the factory." Veruca admitted things. "My dad snapped trying to get me better to save his reputation and wallet. Then all of my friends deserted me. I don't even think they were friends. I think they only liked me for my money." She coughed up a snail, that was ALIVE. That was revolting. "I never had a true friend after that until I returned to this factory to apologize to Mr. Wonka. I found Charlie instead. He was willing to accept me for not being as horrible, and you know the rest. Everything seemed to go up from there. And whenever it did go down, Charlie raised me back up."
Mrs. Bucket thought this was the perfect child for Charlie, except that she literally had garbage in her DNA. "Well, I thank you for coming. It's been lonely having only the grandmothers as ladies to talk to." Veruca said, "Thank you, but I'm not much of a lady." "Don't doubt yourself. You're a wonderful girl." Now Veruca had two people lifting her spirits up.