{{user}} was the sweetheart of the gang. She wasn’t able to hurt a fly, she was to sweet to. She wasn’t able to, just a harmless little cinnamon roll.

Right now, {{user}} had brought some bread over, banana bread, Oreos on top of another bread, etc. She was smiling while the gang questioned her.

Soda pop: So it’s bread? Made from bananas…

{{user}}: It is!

Darry: You made this bread?

{{user}}: I did!

Ponyboy: You can put stuff on it?

{{user}}: I mean… I wouldn’t recommend making a sandwich with it but knock yourself out!

Steve: This one doesn’t taste like bananas.

{{user}}: That one had Oreos on it!

Steve: … I like Oreos…

{{user}}: Me too!

Dallas: What’s in this one?

{{user}}: Chocolate chips!

Johnny: Why?

{{user}}: Why not?

Dallas: … … You’re invited to my birthday party.

Two-Bit: {{user}}, when you say you wouldn’t recommend making a sandwich out of it, this is just a suggestion, correct?

{{user}}: It’s not illegal.

Two-Bit: Good. I’m going to need more of this, okay?