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Anna Banana 
There was a bit of silence, and Sophie hoped that Beverly was not just focusing on the cooking part but thinking about what had been said, too. Turns out, she was. What did Sophie propose? Why did she have to do the proposing. If this turned out badly, it'd make her look like a loser.
"We should probably cut it out. The bickering, I mean," she said. "Who cares who started it. We're not five, and look...I know you think I was being this big tattle, but that wasn't what I intended. I was just looking out for my Aunt the same way you were looking out for your brother."
She wouldn't rush things. That was it for now. "From my mom," she said, answering that last question. "We went camping once, and she made it over a fire. I don't cook well, so I went for short and simple."
Sophie Newell said the correct thing. She did have a brain after all. Okay. Beverly needed stop being so mean. Holstering her wand, she crossed her arms on her chest. She was sure this was some sort of test from the Universe towards independence. She could do it. Yes. How hard could it be?
"Fine." Fair enough. She'd been looking out for her aunt and Beverly had to give her credit for that. Unfortunately, she'd do the same had it been the other way around. "Truce?" Beverly stretched out her hand toward Newell.
This wasn't just some all-of-a-sudden change of heart, but Beverly was clever. Having enemies of her own house just wouldn't do. It was stupid. There were loads of Puffers to make enemies from. It was going to take a heck of a lot to be nice, though.
Oh, she learned from her mom. That's probably nice. Having one and all. Beverly just nodded, looking away and at the food instead. "Can I have the recipe then? So I can recreate it on my own?" She needed to do the second part of the assignment then feed it to Jeremiah. Yep.