Lady Palutena was rubbing pickles on her as she was humming to herself, turning her head to Popo. "Dude, I love pickles."
"...When were you into pickles?" Popo remarked as he squinted his eyes, playing around with a couple of aged vegetables.
"Well... it's tasty! It has that salty, crunchy feeling to it!" Palutena stated as she took a bite out of it. "It feels like sweat! Plus, it's green, like me!"
"...I don't understand you." Popo remarked as he smashed some of the aged vegetables with his wooden mallet.
Palutena lowered her eyes at Popo. "Says you, you're just smashing it into pieces without giving it a second thought!"
"Yes, because it's just aged food!" Popo retorted with a scoff as he rolled his eyes. "It's not like anyone's gonna wanna eat this junk." He then went back to smashing.
Palutena sighed as she shrugged, stuffing the rest of her pickles up her butt, making a barely audible fart sound as she then crossed her arms together. "Humph... I just don't get you."
"Says the gassy green goddess," Popo muttered to himself, being hit in the face by Palutena's staff, with the Goddess of Light having chucked it at him.
