Chiara~ Mi pomodoro, you can always help boss out in the fields!

doesn't understand what the fuck she was just called. She didn't want to help the idiot in the fields.

She frowned at Chiara displeased expression," Ah, what's wrong? Did you eat something bad?Did that 'potato bastard' messing with you again?"

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shakes her head. "No, I've eaten things that are good, stupid. And no. I haven't talked to that fucking potato bitch." She crossed her arms.

"Then whats wrong, mi linda tomate? Can boss help any?" She offered

stares at her. "I still don't know Spanish dammit." She huffed and puffed out her cheeks. "Nothing is wrong." She was just bored.

put her finger to her cheek and thought for a moment, "Oh! How about I make you some paella?~ Sound good, tomate?~"

nods, keeping her cheeks puffed out.

clapped her hands together, "Bien~ I shall make some right away." Anita then skipped off to the kitchen after lightly poking Chiara's nose

made a sound and flailed trying to hit her hand. "Don't touch, dammit!"

just smiled in return, "Don't be so mean to boss, mi tomate~ "

huffs and glares at her. "Don't call me that, dammit."