"Whoa-hoh, Ellen!" Carmen whooped, shoulder-deep in the fridge. "You never told me you did some work for Korps Farms!"
"Of course not," the fox snapped, averting her gaze. "I'm ashamed."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, babe! Do you have any idea how much ice cream Volta has a gland in making around here?"
"Then why can't I sleep at night?"
Carmen blinked back at her, then squinted.
"Okay, Elle, let's hear it."
"I'm serious!"
"Ah-hah."
"How am I supposed to just live my life, knowing that I've created a... created a...!"
"Elle."
"I've created a muenster!"
"...did you seriously go through the whole process just for that joke"
"you know it!"
"you know they probably would have printed your face on a generic block of cheese if you'd asked, right"
"...i wanted to make sure it was good... f-for you..."