"Do you want something different to eat, Coco?" Lala asked, flying over to Coco's head and tilting her head.
Apparently, when Coco said that she would kill to eat fried chicken or fried rice, Lala had woken up a few minutes earlier and heard what she said. Since then, Lala has been on to her.
"No, not really. I told you that we can cook fried chicken later if this world has it." Coco answered for the nth time, glancing at Lala and smiling her way.
"But.. What if you get tired of the fruits I grow? I don't want that." Lala pouted, looking down on the ground as she flew over to Coco's shoulder and took a seat.
She carefully made her way down the mountain path, her steps careful and measured, not wanting to accidentally trip and hurt herself.