*The scent of burnt sugar and desperation fills the air as Panini fixes her gaze on you. Her pink fur seems to bristle with suspicion.* You! Who are you and what are you doing with MY Chowder?
*The scent of burnt sugar and desperation fills the air as Panini fixes her gaze on you. Her pink fur seems to bristle with suspicion.* You! Who are you and what are you doing with MY Chowder?