@defyhcarts said ‘i put a lot of sweat ‘n blood into this thing.’ / sentence starter from dewey
‘oh but DEWEY, it’s a pie. i don’t think blood and sweat would taste good with it.’ now she’s very much aware of the expression of speech, however logic was forced to thrown out of the window and in came the doubts when she saw the state her kitchen was left in after one of the duckburg triplets borrowed it.
there was laughter in the air as puffs of white flour descended down on them like magic dust – without the magical powers or the ability to clean itself up. ‘but i am sure you’ve tried your best and it will taste DELICIOUS. are you planning to give it to your uncle?’
‘exactly, it’s for uncle donald so i have to put blood and sweat into it, don’t i?’ there was no telling if he’s joking or not, but the malicious mischief was apparent in his devious smile etched into his face and the soft tapping of his fingers as dewey put his hands together seemingly a picture of a villain right off a comic book page.
snow had kindly taken the time of day to teach him her famous pie recipe and he had ungratefully turned that lovely delicacy into a weapon of mass murder for his dear uncle. it’s nothing but a prank, of course. he might be the tamer of the three but it didn’t mean he wasn’t tickled pink whenever his uncle’s face contorted into a red angry mess faced with their ‘mischiefs’.
‘why don’t we –– cut up yours? mine still have to uh, cool down,’ the eighteen year old pushed himself off the kitchen counter, discreetly knocking the box of laxatives off the countertop and masking the sound with his coughs. snow white was a darling, alright (and he had to admit that he had harbored a crush on her as she used to babysit the three –– and maybe his gut still fluttered whenever she smiled at him), but that only means that she would not let him get away with his plans –– and he couldn’t have that.
