If they had a kid. [ x ]

Name: cherry ( named for a cherry pepper )

Gender: girl ( she / her )

General Appearance: tiny! even as an adult, she stands fairly short. 5'0" at most. she's a vibrant red, and always covered in dirt from gardening.

Personality: curious and a little spacey, cherry likes to spend most of her time alone with her plants. she finds people a little mystifying and doesn't like to be the center of attention. but she also loves being her daddy and papa's princess, playing dress - up games and pretend with both of them well into her teenage years.

Special Talents: gardening, especially flowers. she has an abundance of ambient magic coursing through her at all times that, when expressed, makes plants burst into growth around her, sometimes even bestowing them with limited sentience about on par with an animal. if she's upset, they become fiercely protective of her and will allow nobody close to her until she wills them to withdraw.

Who they like better: depends on the day.

Who they take after more: pepperman. she's a creative type, and though she gravitates more towards floral arrangement and costuming, she appreciates his perspective as a fellow artist.

Personal Head canon: she was cultivated by a combination of one of pepperman's seeds and peppino's pizzard magic. early in life she had to live in a pot until she was able to grow feet and leave it. still needs to put down roots now and again to draw nutrients and magic from the earth, especially if she's exerted herself a lot.

"Goodness! I didn't expect to see you in here!"

The talk of the town. The man that took on an entire tower to save his pizzeria. Now he was here in her little slice of heaven. Hopefully he tips well.

"What can I get for ya, friend? A drink? A bandage?"

"Is there something you need, sir?"

Peppino doesn't even miss a beat - he whips out his order notepad, plucking the pen tucked behind his ear. His first instinct IS to bitch about who the hell would need fifty pizzas, but...he could REALLY use the money. Maybe a little bit of that perfectionist streak is up for the challenge, too.

"Tell 'em it's-a gonna be a little while. What kind did-a they want?"

Her green eyes watches the other pluck the pen from his ear to write down the order,her hands lightly clasping in delight for a moment. Wow he didn't get angry at such a big order at such a short notice!

" I did let him know! I dunno how long I can entertain him tho.......Ah he said just any! Probably wants like every pizza type we got " She says before making a quick 'Oh!' face and rummaging behind her real quick for something before dropping a whopping 50 gold pieces next to the other.

Judge waits patiently for the chef's reaction, rocking a bit on his heels as the knife digs into the board. Whoops. His eyelights linger briefly on the blade as something in him bristles in alarm, but he pushes it down.

The man's stare flicks over to him mid-threat, and Judge watches as his 'victim' transitions abruptly from near-murderous rage to absolute horror.

"i dunno," is his offered response, a brief shrug of his shoulders punctuating his words. "i'd rather not have a face-off with you right now, though."