[There's no mistaking the way she lights up at that question. It only lasts a couple of seconds, but it's there. She even drops the fan from her face for it. ]
Of course I'm a Cookie!
Do I look like I was meant to be Meat?
[As soon as she asks that, she looks slightly alarmed--or maybe despairing--before her eyes squint up from the smile she again hides behind her fan. She's still got the piece of his pathetic cardboard 'scythe' in hand, but her eyes are on Licorice Cookie, her stare expectant.]
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Of course I'm a Cookie!
Do I look like I was meant to be Meat?
[As soon as she asks that, she looks slightly alarmed--or maybe despairing--before her eyes squint up from the smile she again hides behind her fan. She's still got the piece of his pathetic cardboard 'scythe' in hand, but her eyes are on Licorice Cookie, her stare expectant.]