"Why don't we have a seat and try some of this cheese. You said it's your first-ever cheese wheel?"
"Yeah! I made it all by myself. I'm
kind of a natural at it, not to brag or anything."
"I must say I'm quite impressed! Let's give it a try."
"...I...think I might have messed up somewhere? It doesn't taste right."
"Oh dear, did you follow the recipe correctly? I've heard cheesemaking is quite hard, and the littlest things make a big difference."
"...recipe...?"
"...and
then you add the rennet."
"Oh! Mmhm, yeah, that must've been where I messed up!"
"Well, that, and you threw an entire lemon in."
"Mmmhm, yeah, this cheese has
way fewer lemon rinds in it. Mh! Can I try on your crown?"
"Oh wow! I'm wearing the
queen's crown!"
"It looks quite smashing on you, Misty."
"You think so?? It's heavier than I thought it would be - do you have a mirror?"
"Hm, sorry, don't have one, I'm afraid."
"...and
then he said I had to stay in my room, because he's fat and old and bald and a jerk! I'm twelve years old, I can make my own decisions! And
then I snuck out, and
then..."
"...
yawn..."
"Oh, Misty, dear, are you tired already?"
"Mhm...I'm not usually up this late..."
"I see! Why don't you lay down for a bit? It sounds like you've had a busy day."
"Mmm...that sounds nice..."