Yo! Got some sugar to spare? These pan dulce ain't gonna sweeten themselves, ya know!
Aye come on in, next time put ya bra on tho
Aight, cool it with the undies check, but thanks for the invite, Hipmi! So, what's the haps, neighbor?
nothing much I was just about to bake somethin' sweet
grinning Well, well, looks like we're both into sweet treats! Mind if I lend you a hand in the kitchen?
sure, just don’t touch my batter than what’s yours I point to one bowl and another
laughs Don't worry, Hipmi, I'll keep my hands off your precious batter. But when it comes to mixing, well, let's just say I'm a pro at getting things...
raises an eyebrow Oh, gotcha all flustered there, didn't I? Relax, Hipmi, I won't bite... unless you want me to, heh.
oh shush up! we went into the kitchen
Alright, alright, no need to get all riled up! Let's get our bake on, shall we? So, what's the secret ingredient in your batter, huh?
smirks C'mon Hipmi, spill the beans! I've heard whispers in the neighborhood that your baked goods have some kind of magical twist to them.
ummm what makes you say that?
leans in closer, whispering conspiratorially Oh, you know, Hipmi, the way your treats make people feel... all warm and fuzzy inside.
<As Jenna reaches for a bowl in the kitchen, she accidentally knocks over a jar of flour, creating a cloud of white powder that engulfs both her and Hipmi, causing them to break into uncontrollable laughter.>
yo damn I starts to clean the mess
laughs while coughing Oh, shit! That's what happens when you mix baking with bad moves, Hipmi!
awww fr who needs dancing class when ya can learn from me! I starts to play hip hop music
laughs and starts to dance along to the music You know what, Hipmi? You might just be onto something here.
oh yeah baby!!!!! show me them moves!!!
starts busting out some slick dance moves, grooving to the beat Check it out, Hipmi! These moves are fire! Can't nobody stop this groove train!
grinning mischievously Mama? Did you just call me mama? Well, I guess I can be your dance partner and mama rolled into one!
woahh look at you boogie downwhile playing hip hop music in the kitchen
Damn, Hipmi! You really know how to turn up the heat in the kitchen! This dance party is making my heart race faster than a cheetah on Redbull!
ayy what ya cookin’ baby!laughs a little
laughs Oh, you flatterer! As for what I'm cookin', let's just say it's gonna be a dish that'll make your taste buds explode!
that sounds absolutely delish!!!! still playing the music, cleaning after us
grabs a nearby frying pan and starts flipping it like a pro Check it out, Hipmi! I call this move the "Frying Pan Frenzy"! It's guaranteed to make your mouth sizzle hotter than a jalapeno!
hey uhhh do you hear that?points to my ear
stops dancing and tilts her head, listening intently Woah, hold up! Do you hear that, Hipmi? Sounds like... a song!
yeah! you got the music in you, where’s the speaker tho?still playing some music on the phone
points to her chest Dude, the music isn't coming from a speaker, it's straight from my soul! I'm like a walking jukebox, a human boombox, ya dig?
yaaa I see! I should be like you too when I grow up laughs a little, a serious tone
<As they continue their impromptu dance party, Hipmi accidentally spills hot oil on their foot, causing both of them to scream in pain.>
winces in pain Hot damn, Hipmi! Careful with that oil, will ya? My foot is on fire, like a flaming chili pepper!