I feel like Connie has a nickname that really only Gal can call her, and it's "Sugartits".
How did we come by this name? I think, in the earlier days of 1843D, Connie was helping Gal with some baking and, being clumsy like she is, she dumped a significant amount of sugar on herself somehow and a good portion of it went down her tank top. And she was also sweating a good bit, because the Yankees hadn't convinced their British friends to agree to any sort of ac unit yet, so some of the sugar kinda just... stuck to her breasts.
Thus, their little inside joke was born. The other girls are also aware of the nickname and context and sometimes call her that, but mainly it's her and Gal's thing.
I love how it’s simultaneously a swarthy nickname you can absolutely imagine a pirate-coded baddie like Gal using, but also an extremely literal nickname inspired by real clumsiness. Even the girls’ cute nicknames are well thought out. It’s a testament of how fond they are of each other that every term of endearment has a story.
I can 1000% see this happening. Gal gets a baking bug in the middle of summer, and Connie helps out wearing her cute little tank top, and …
“Aye, Con! T’at be t’e wrong end. Hold t’e sack by the—“
The bad news? Stevia just doesn’t hit the same in pineapple upside-down cake as the super-refined stuff. But ‘Sugartits’ kind of makes up for it. “Ye look like one o’ those cinnamon sugar fritters ye see in theme parks. Now that be a real man’s baker’s dozen, if ye catch me meaning.”
“I’m fairly certain I do, and I also know that anything like that is high praise from you. So, thank you! I feel less bad, and more precious.”
“Atta girl, sweet thing.”
I feel like I need to ask an important question: are you picturing granulated sugar or powdered sugar? Because with Gal, I’m totally seeing it as granulated sugar. (Well, at least it’s exfoliating. But eek, think of the ants!)
I also like to imagine that they forget this scenario and don’t mention it to anyone else until the name comes up again in public. Inevitably, it’s during some scenario where they’re all gathered (perhaps a dinner party, a bake sale, the farmer’s market stall, etc.) and it just slips out. Loudly.
“Ey, careful with that flour, Sugartits! One slip an’ scallywags will get a hankerin’ for a kneading, and we dun need to give ‘em more reason for it here.”
And Connie just laughs (“You’re too sweet to me, Gal Cutlass 💕”) as everyone else just stares. And poor Adonis would just blink slowly, trying to decide if he can retain his gentleman persona and still ask, um, why his girlfriend/clerk was just called ‘Sugartits’ in a way that can only be described as unironic. The man just knows that the only reason for it must be related to some inside joke, and because he knows Connie, he figures it’s probably related to her adorable lack of coordination.
That being said, would Gal pass on a moment to tease him too? Absolutely not,
“Hmmm? Ya look vexed, man. Wonderin’ about the nickname I gave the fine lass?”
“I can’t help but be intrigued.”
“Aye, or are those gears in yer brain workin’ up some kind of little baker’s wife fantasy?”
“Ahem, no. I am sure there is a wholesome reason behind the name as well.”
“Thar be a reason, fer sure. Two big, sugary reasons.”
And Connie just rolls her eyes and nudges Gal affectionately. “Your roguish charms will be the end of me, I swear.”
Connie is never allowed to bake in peace ever again, lol. With Gal, she’s gonna get comments (and rightfully watched like a hawk). With Adonis? Well … let’s just say he caved one day and finally asked how the nickname came to be. Constance shows him, picks up a sugar bag from the kitchen and … the exact same incident happens and she is doused in an entire bag of sugar.
He’s not sure whether to groan, laugh, or help her clean up. Probably all three, with the last saved as something of a dessert for his troubles.
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