Cats and Cookies...

​​“You do know The CAT is my cat," Efem purred teasingly at her sister.

"What do you mean The CAT is your cat?  He is MY cat,” Cornelia told her.

​​​“I am pretty sure he spends more time at my place than yours," smiled Efem.  "After all, it is the Catnip Juiceberry cookies that I bake especially for him that is his favorite food.”  Efem knew that Cornelia liked to think of herself as a good cook and being her younger sister, she also knew the ‘buttons’ to push.  Oh, how Efem loved to tease her older sister and get her flustered “… come on Corn-e-e-y, admit it... even you like my catnip juiceberry cookies that I make."

​Now, nobody called Cornelia ‘Corny’.  Everyone knew that she preferred her name or she let slide a Neelya or even Nellie for a nickname - except it seemed, her sister who started calling her Corny almost as soon as she could walk and talk.

​There had to be a special place in the Dark Troll Grotto for sisters who knew just enough on how to be annoying – but as she was family, she just had to keep her... Cornelia lovingly sighed.

​​Oh... and she loved her younger sister but younger sisters can be such saplings.  If Cornelia hadn't been there when Efem had been born, she would have sworn that the Tree Nymphs had switched her with a Changeling.  As if being called ‘Corny’ wasn't bad enough, Efem also had to needle her about her cooking - some things are too much!

​​“Well, without MY special blend of honey to go in YOUR juiceberry, your cookies would taste pretty sour,” said Cornelia.  "See Baby Sister, you still need me." Getting a twinkle in her eyes, Cornelia smiled, figuring that she had won this round of word battle (even if neither one kept score).  Keeping the smile on her face, she awaited Efem’s response.

​​If bad timing can be considered an art form then Nemmer had the art down to perfection.  For everyone knew that one never came between the two sisters when they were having one of their 'discussions'.  Even as a Golden Arrow in the Elfshot Guild his aim was way off the mark for choosing this minute to be walking into the cottage.  “The CAT is getting into the hives outside, Cornelia. Again!" Looking at Efem he continued, "You are taking him with you when you leave, right?”

​​Hearing this Efem lit up and replied, "Yes, I am taking My cat with me."  Smiling to herself because Nemmer did not even realize that he helped save her and 'win' this round.  She knew that both Cornelia and her loved these little sisters' discussions for no one knew her better than her sister and that their love for each other ran very root deep.