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No matter how hard she tried, the efforts Avocado made to make Blackberry laugh were... fruitless.
Even a pun as great as that wouldn’t make her laugh! It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Avocado could make anybody laugh, anyone at all! Puns and jokes and goofs— those were her thing.
She has bested just about everyone. Lemon couldn’t help but chuckle when she commented on his sour attitude. Dr. Wasabi cackled at her remarks on his spicy actions, and how she condi-meant what she said. Even Tiger Lily, who for awhile, Avocado thought didn’t understand English, laughed at her saying that her tiger was purr-fect; that was one of the most basic jokes in the book, and Lily loved it!
But it seemed as if Blackberry was unbreakable. None of Avocado’s efforts were enough.
But this would be it. Finally, Avocado would say something to make Blackberry laugh. Some clever wordplay concoction would be sure be that berry’s jam.
Avocado sidled up to the cookie nonchalantly, pretending to be focusing on her sword. “Hey, Blackberry.”
She looked up quietly from her lap with an air of elegance. “Hello, Miss Avocado.”
”Ooh, Miss?” Avocado cracked a crooked grin. “Shoot! Really crankin’ Up the charm, huh?”
”I suppose.”
”Well, no need t’ butter me up,” she grinned before she even said the punchline. “There’s already enough in m’ recipe!”
Blackberry nodded curtly. “Yes, much recipe calls for butter as well. I cannot imagine what our caloric intake would be if we were made with any more.”
It fell flat. Flatter than a sheet of tinfoil. But that was okay, because tinfoil could be folded, or balled, up, so it wouldn’t be flat!
...Okay, sometimes she got lost on the metaphor, but she got the point.
Avocado held back a grimace, not ready to give up. “Wow, yer real...sharp.” She brandished her sword, with another grin.
”I don’t deserve such praise.” Blackberry smiled humbly. “But thank you.”
Not as sharp as Avocado thought. The jokes were either goin completely over her head, or this cookie thought she was being serious. Lowering her sword quietly, Avocado inhaled.
Okay. Time for the rapid fire.
”Yer some smart cookie,” That one never failed. “But you’re real good under pressure, too! Y’ never crumble. No one ‘round you ever feels crummy.”
Blackberry scratched at her face, her calm and collected facade wearing away a little bit. She tried her best to maintain her composure. “That’s— That’s very kind of you, Avocado.”
”Of course! Awful sweet, too. ‘N by the way—“
Before Avocado could deliver a final pun that she was sure to seal the deal, she was interrupted.
“Excuse me!” Angel cookie interjected. “Miss Blackberry, I need you for a moment.”
The cookie stood, brushing off the front of her dress elegantly. “Well,” She said, apt. She had collected herself. “I must go. I apologize for cutting our conversation short.”
”Oh,” Avocado said, a little disappointed. “Naw, that’s fine. Y’go an’ do yer work, Ms. Berry.”
”Thank you. Until next time.”
”It’s been berry nice!” Avocado grinned.
Blackberry gave a slight smile, then turned.
Avocado sighed, and stood. Maybe next time, she would make her laugh.
As she walked away, BlackBerry put a hand to her mouth, her face getting hot. Throughout that entire time, through that whole conversation... was Avocado flirting with her? Saying all those kind things, being so sincere...
Blackberry was completely emamored. But she just stood straight, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and continued to walk. She had no time to be infatuated— she had work to do.