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"Dude….find your chill…"

Chris blushed at his sudden outburst and muttered an apology, "I-I-I'm sorry-y, I-I..I'm j-just re-e-eally frust-t-trated that I-I can't-t-t get i-it r-right."

As soon as Mary spotted tears about to escape her friend’s eyes, she knew she had messed up. She herself was about to cry at the sight of her friend crying. Standing on her toes, Mary wiped the tears from around his eyes, bringing him into a big hug. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, Christopher Robin.” She mumbled, rubbing his back. “We don’t have to practice anymore if you don’t want to, okay?”

"Bu-ut I-I want t-t-to prac-c-ctice! I-I need to g-g-get t-t..this right-t-t!", he said in frustration. He rubbed a hand over his face and tried to concentrate as he closed his eyes to keep the tears from coming out, "I-I-I can d-do this, I-I-I just n-need t-to c-c-concentrate."

Dot frowned as the other boy struggled, thinking through things to say that could help. “Don’t worry. It’s okay. Take deep breaths and calm down, okay? You can do it.” She said, moving her hand to rub circles in his back.

Chris shrugs her her hand off and scowls, "I-I-I can't-t! D-Don't you u-unders-s-stand? I-It's so h-hard for m-me t-to just s-stop!" 

"Of course!" Pearl smiled as she handed over the spoon. "You can even give them their cookies, so you can make sure they get them. You can even tell them how you helped make them! I bet they’d love it." Pearl brought him in for a small hug, before pulling out a cookie sheet. "Okay, now help me get the cookies on here."

Chris, who was now excited, helped Pearl with the cookies and tried not to make a mess. "O-Okay, after-r we d-do this, wha-a-at's next?", he smiled.

'You don't look as bad as I thought you would'? Well, ouch. [Laughs] But thank you, I guess. [Looks at herself again] You know, if I just put on a belt or something, this'd be pretty high fashion. [Jumps onto his bed and strikes another pose] You and me, kid, [She pulls him up with her] We could go down the runways of London, Paris, Milan! [She kids and tickles him at his ribs slightly]

Chris tries to keep a straight face because he usually isn't ticklish. His facade fell when he let a chuckle slip out and now, Chris' uncontrollable laughter was heard all over the place. "M-M-Missy! S..S-Stop!", he said in between laughs, "I-I..I g-give up! S-Stop!"   

"Some are for our friends, Christopher, I told you that! Don’t you want to give Boo or Missy some cookies and tell them how hard you worked to make them?" Pearl sighed, taking a spoon and getting some cookie dough on it. "This is it."

Chris pouted, feeling defeated because she did have a point and Chris did want to show off his "(non-existent) cooking skills" to Boo and Missy. "A-A-Alright", he sighed, "A-As long as w-we get to show t-them what we mm-made later, o..okay?"

"You’re very sweet, darling. It’s nice to know boys like you are still around." She said placing a hand on his shoulder, "But you really don’t have to call me miss. Edna will work perfectly fine."

Chris blushed, "I-I can call you E-E..Edna? R-Really? I-I mean, a-are you s-s..sure?"