Penelope: its nothing, everyone knows youre the favorite and we all suck it up and deal with it
Penelope:......*she barely speaks*......i said it was fine
Penelope: just ask someone whenever we get home....
Penelope: *she waves weakly at Twiggy before getting in the car*
Penelope: shut it Favorite.....
Penelope: *she just drinks the juice box in silence*
Penelope: you are......
Penelope: whatever
