8: Cookies
"No, that's not how you do it... Ugh. Here. Let me."
Peppermint Patty rolled her eyes and shoved her best friend out of the way, placing her hands on the dough. "You have to be more assertive, Marce."
Marcie watched the tough girl pound the dough to a pulp, her eyes going wide at the girl's fists ferociously beating the soft, mushy clay-like dough.
"You're a natural, sir," the bespectacled girl said jokingly, using her old nickname for her friend.
Peppermint Patty shot a warning glance in Marcie's direction, but said nothing, internally beaming at the compliment. "It just takes muscle!" she said with a grunt.
Marcie nodded. "Should I be taking notes, sir?" she asked jokingly again.
Peppermint Patty scowled. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Marcie?" she muttered, causing her friend to giggle. "Maybe someday you'll learn how to cook properly." Peppermint Patty eyed Marcie's toaster with a suspicious look.
"Just like old times, right sir?" Marcie laughed.
Her friend rolled her eyes. "Except this time, you didn't put any eggs in the wafflemaker."