“Ellennnnn," Vixie whined, head flopped over the armrest and a jelly donut in her hands. "I’m b-booooreddddd. T-tell me a j-joke!”
Ellen considered a moment, tapping exaggeratedly on her chin.
“Hmmm… did I tell you the one about the shepherd who only had one sheep?” she asked.
“I-I don’t th-think so!”
“Well," Ellen cautioned, "it ends with her getting butchered. I don't think Ewe would like it.”
Vixie pouted as Ellen's face tightened in shameless glee. As her sister guffawed, Vixie took a bite of her pastry, lined it up, and squeezed, hard.
A jet of lemon-yellow curd blasted Ellen full in the face, and she went down with a shout.
"Direct hit!"
"Y-you deserved it!!"
"Guh!! Vixie, this is serious, I might be blind!"
"Oh!!" Alarmed, Vixie pushed herself up to better look at her fallen sister.
"It's okay, it's okay, there's an easy way to tell. Can you see my eyes?" Ellen asked, turning to her sister, face splattered with lemon.
"I... y-yes!"
"Good. Okay, so tell me: do they look like they're glazed over? ...Or are they more jelly-filled?"
fun fact: "you've got a glazed look in your eye" was the first pun i ever thought of for ellen, well over ten years ago now
