Stealing sweets. This is a new low point for Cocoa.
What's wrong with the macrons?!
"We're doing you a favor, Tilly!" "...Did they just call me fat?"
"I'm the worst macron baker in the world" Well, look on the bright side. You are stuck in a nowhere town. So, at least your terrible-ness is safely contained far away from most people?
"Cocoa, stop talking to your imaginary friends and help me fix this mess!"
"We're your favorites? Really?"
The morning rush consists of about 6 horses. Cherie just hates cleaning up.
"Yumucky" I could actually see this new word catching on.
But, they're horses. Shouldn't they like the extra salt? They famously enjoy salt licks.
Well...maybe you could sell them as dog biscuits? If anyone in this town actually had a dog, that is.
"No, as part of the baker's code, I must exile myself for this disgrace."
...Cherie has a delivery horse? She has a employee? She makes enough money to be able to HIRE someone to do this? How?!
We literally have nothing better to do today!
Well, we know how all that salt got into the macrons. These macrons are the flavor of her despair!
"Cowabunga!" She's helping!
Cocoa's really getting her money's worth for that cable she installed in Dreamer's bedroom.
It's a good thing there aren't any cops in this town, or else somebody might catch us.
I refuse to believe that Cherie actually sold that many boxes of macrons. Every horse in this town must have a dozen cavities each. How did Cherie not notice that she was using THAT MUCH salt instead of sugar? She's right, she really is the worst baker.
Well, great, now they've contaminated the water supply.
Well, at least it's very pretty pollution.
Stealing, polluting the environment, misrepresenting a product. These horses are terrible role models.
...How is she going to explain that she somehow magically knows that all her customer's macrons went mysteriously missing? This horse is terrible at crime.
They're going to eat the entire cart worth of macrons aren't they?
