12076: No more peanut jokes! Carter laughed the first 5 times, mostly to be polite but now she's getting tired of them!
12076a: "I'm a submarine! A fucking submarine dammit! I've never worked on a peanut farm in my life!"~ USS Jimmy Carter, eating a bowl of peanuts
12076b: "What do you say about your favorite snack then?"~ Seawolf
12076c: "Sparkly Magical Shipgirl Bullshit (TM)."~ Our favorite Peanut loving submarine!

The first time it happened left Carter very confused which was understandable considering she had just been summoned. Admiral Richardson was standing with the band and as she climbed out of the pool, pale skin that very clearly hadn't seen the sun in a while shedding the water droplets. She pushed the jet black hair out of her face and turned a pair of green eyes on him, promptly snapping to attention and saluting.

"Report!" Briggs ordered. He could tell the new summons was a subgirl just by her uniform. That totalitarian black swimsuit with the white words "US Navy" stenciled down the wide was a hallmark of the submarine force. But unlike the lanky and thin Gatos he'd been getting recently this girl was taller, broader. Her muscles were clearly defined and her 'assets' while well contained by her bathing suit, were certainly larger than anything the other subs had. He could even hear some of the cruisers staring jealously as they compared their own measly chests.

"Seawolf-class nuclear submarine. Hull SSN-23. USS Jimmy Carter!" The girl's professionalism did not waver despite all the people staring at her and he had to give her credit for that. There were a few whistles from the crowd, mostly among the human personnel.

"Rear Admiral John Richardson. Welcome aboard, Jimmy Carter." Richardson said. "You'll get a full debriefing tonight. But as last I checked your hull is still afloat, you probably already know most of it."

"Oh I know more than you Admiral." She purred sweetly, stepping off the platform and coming up beside him. "And it's Carter or JC please. Either is fine."

"Alright JC, why don't I escort you to the mess hall. All our summons come back hungry."

"Mess hall?" Carter's hand's shot across her stomach as it growled.

"Hide the peanuts." One sailor whispered.

Carter turned to him, confused which sent him and his buddies into routs of giggles. Even Richardson smiled.

Carter was still confused when she arrived in the messhall and got in line for her share. She looked at the dinner lady. "What's this I hear about peanuts?" She asked.

Unfortunately for the base's supply, the lady interpreted her question as 'can I try a peanut?' and she pulled out a bowl of them. "Just crack the shells and eat the nut." She explained. Carter's squeal of bliss when she first bit into a peanut could be heard across the base.

...

The second time happened just a few days after she was summoned. Another summoning got her big sister and Carter practically flew across the room to tackle Seawolf. Her sister chuckled and as soon as she was free of her embrace she looked at her and said "Have you left any peanuts for the rest of us?" That sent the entire room into fits of laughter and as Seawolf was laughing Carter couldn't help but join in.

...

The third and fourth times were from visiting Bagute boats. The French seemed fascinated by the American summoning of two of their most powerful submarines and were eager to get the details to try it themselves. Carter was tasked with showing them around which irked her a bit. She hated being the center of attention. A low profile was crucial for a submarine but especially a submarine specifically designed for espionage.

"Probably not a good idea to mention to them that I've studied their own coastline intently." She thought as she walked.

Soon it was time to go to the mess hall for lunch and Teste like any shipgirl needed food on time, on schedule. She took a whiff as she entered. "Mm, smells like peanut butter."

"Ah must be the cookies." Carter grinned, whiping the drool off her face. She just loved the peanut butter cookies!

Then she noticed Teste staring at her. "What?" She asked and the French boat shrugged.

"Just well, never mind." And laughed it off. Carter chuckled along just to be polite.

...

Carter was determined to get to the bottom of this. Why did everyone insist on making some sort of peanut-related joke around her. Oh and her launchday party had just passed. The one Seawolf insisted she have despite never having one before. Peanut butter cookies, butter pecan pie, hell there was even a giant peanut statue that served as a pinada for the destroyers. Carter would be slagged before she admitted that the sight of the little tin cans swinging a bat blindfolded in an effort to get some candy was both terrifying and diabetes inducing cute.

But that was not the reason she had gone to the battleship dorms. As a submarine she was more than capable of taking care of herself against the old crones but the sight of so many powerful rifles pointed at her did make her a bit nervous. Nonetheless she straightened her back, lowered the rods into her core to slow its frantic power output and met North Carolina's wary gaze. "Why, does everyone I meet have some kind of peanut related joke to say to me?"

An hour later, Seawolf returned to her quarters which she shared with Carter. There was another bunk as well for whenever Connecticut decided to get off her lazy ass and join them. Seawolf vowed to tease her sister endlessly with "Building 22" jokes when she did. However when she entered she saw Carter at the table, nursing a bowl of peanuts like it was a tub of icecream.

"Okay, what's the problem?" She asked.

"Just because my namesake used to own a peanut farm doesn't mean peanuts run my life!"

Ah, so it was one of those conversations. Seawolf thanked SecNav she had a more appropriate name for a submarine. Why the Navy decided to start naming them for states she would never know. But that was Virginia's problem. Hers was right in front of her.

"I'm a submarine! A fucking submarine dammit!" Carter fumed. "I've never worked on a peanut farm in my life!"

Seawolf smiled. "What do you say about your favorite snack then?" She asked as she sat down next to her, gesturing to the half eaten bowl in Carter's grasp.

The younger sub blushed and looked down. "Sparkly Magical Shipgirl Bullshit!" She replied. "I just, really don't need to hear the jokes all the time."

"I understand sis, I'll see what I can do." She pulled Carter in close for a one armed hug. One thing that never changed about her, no matter how much her stealthiness affected her personality, Carter loved hugs. Especially now that she had the arms to do it with.

"Thanks sister." Sure enough Carter relaxed and cute Seawolf-class purring was heard across the room.