A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

The rest of the day went by without incident, as far as Photo Finish knew. Everyone was happy that they had received a slice of the tiramisu, and she noticed that Coco was treated a bit friendlier around the workplace, even if she occasionally bumped ponies with her big body. Finish couldn’t help but grin as Coco made friends and gave them unintentional booty bumps. As the day wore on, everyone was taking care of their business, only occasionally coming to her for advice, so she had a lot of time to herself.

And she made sure she spent that time meticulously, making sure she wouldn’t have a single detail out of place.

The table had been the hardest part for her to prepare. She had originally wanted to use one of the business tables, since it was an on-the-job taste testing they were going to do; that, however, felt too formal. “For Celestia’s sake, would Fleur want to eat a tiramisu at a business table? I should think not!” She had called for one of her entourage to fetch her a nicer table from one of the local cafes. The cafe proprietors didn’t mind; most shop owners knew of Photo Finish’s spontaneous bursts of creativity, and would lend her what she needed when she needed it most of the time.

Now that she had a nice cafe table—complete with a dark-red tablecloth, some embroidered napkins and shiny forks and knives—she next went about setting up the room itself. She had at first thought about using only the presentation lights to dim the room… “No, that may be too romantic. I don’t want to scare her off. Normal lights it is.” After that was the backdrop. She went into the backroom and dug through the backdrops she used to show her travelling clients what their scenery may look like, and rifled through them. “Veneighce? Floranch? Roam?” After some deliberating, she pulled the Veneighce view—depicting the Veneightian canalways from the second floor of a nearby building, complete with a gondola and gondolier—and slid it against the back wall. The point of view would put them in the mood for Bitaly while they ate, ensuring they’d at least be on track.

But that’s just for you, right?

No, I don’t want Coco to focus on how she was sick. She needs this distraction as well. Keep her eye on the prize.

Next, was the musical accompaniment. She had, at first, considered having no music, since it would be a work meeting; “but music would certainly help set the mood for eating something so decadent and fattening and sweet. Besides, she needs some lightening up after that recent fiasco.” She dug through her company’s runway tracks they kept stored up for any DJ they hired, but found nothing suitable for a Veneightian outing. It took another employee an hour and a half to borrow a cassette from a Bitalian restaurant, and another hour to find a cassette player to play it. But once she had her music, she relaxed considerably.

“She’s just getting in the proper mindset,” her employees would say to themselves. And in a sense, they were right.

After the music began playing, she stepped to the front door and observed her work. “Hmm… is this romantic? But not too romantic, right? This is still business, after all.” The table was definitely set up to greater detail than a normal business meeting, but it wasn’t too out of place for Bitaly, right? No fancy flowers in the middle… Should I get flowers? No no, that’s too much. The backdrop and music wouldn’t give the impression of romance… Unless I change the track… no, I’m overthinking it. A jaunty day-on-the-town track should suffice. This should be enough for when she… devours the tiramisu, dear Celestia above, I hope this is enoughbutnottoomuch!

Now that everything was set up, all she had to do was make it to the end of the day. So she closed up so nopony else would see inside, and made her way back to the lobby. Everypony was already beginning to clean up their work areas when she returned. They all saw her and gave her a nod of acknowledgement as they continued cleaning. She blinked in confusion, but after looking at the clock, and how late it was, she caught herself back up in the moment.

“Excellent work today, everyone!” she waited until everyone looked up. “I am happy with the progress we are all making today.”

As she said this, she began to hear murmurs from others around her.

“She looks excited.”

“Should we be concerned?”

“Perhaps her sporadic attitude is over.”

“Or perhaps it’s getting worse.”

“Yeah, you just can’t tell with her.”

Finish wouldn’t let that phase her. “Please continue organizing your work areas and prepare to head on home.”

Nopony on her crew were willing to argue with that. They all returned to their cleaning duties with a greater enthusiasm; Finish hoped her nice comments spurred them on. After all, the faster they leave, the faster I can go back with Coco and—

Let’s focus on closing first.

Yes, but Coco—

We are trying to control ourselves. We cannot just focus on her. She’ll come later.

Yes, she’ll come later, hungry for you and that tiramisu.

Yes, but we shall not rush it, remember. We shall not ruin this moment. We must be patient.

“Are you finished, Boss?”

Finish snapped to attention and turned to Pins & Needles. “Finished?”

“With your preparations in the back room.” Pins leaned her head to the side, looking past Finish and to the back hallway. “You’ve spent much time back there. You must’ve been busy.”

Finish nodded. “Yes, I will be doing some after-work activity in preparation for our trip to Bitaly.”

“I know. Coco told me. She is excited… about the trip to Bitaly.”

Finish looked intently at Pins, who merely stared at her with a stone expression. “I am sure she is. I hope to train her up enough to let her come along.”

“I’m sure she’d happily save up enough money to come along with you regardless.”

“Yes, she would.”

Pins gave her a coy smile. “Anyway, I must finish my closing tasks. Enjoy the rest of your day, Photo Finish.” With that, she turned and walked back to her station.

Thankfully, nopony noticed their exchange. Several of them had already completed their cleaning duties, and were standing around chatting relaxedly. Finish walked around inspecting all of her employees’ hoofwork, making minor changes here and there, and then began walking towards the seamstresses’ table.

...And then she turned back around. Patience, Photo Finish.

“There we are,” she heard Pins saying behind her. “Everything is neat and tidy.”

I don’t need to check up on her. Pins & Needles would already make sure everything is perfectly organized by now.

“Y-Yep, everything is alright here!”

“Catch your breath, Coco.” The sound of creaking metal could be heard. “You’ve worked hard today. You must really be wanting to go to Bitaly.”

“Oh-well yes, but I’ve been working hard because I’ve missed some work, and I really want to catch up.”

Oh, don’t worry, Coco. You and I will catch up in the back room when you—

“But your stomach is still upset, right?”

Finish stopped walking around.

“A-A little, but it’s not too bad. I can still work.”

“Still,” Pins said, her tone growing stern, “I don’t want you working yourself sick.”

“Oh. thank you.”

“Of course.” Pins patted her tummy. “Enjoy your after-work time with Photo Finish.” Pins trotted away, joining the others in their after-work chatter.

Finish looked over to Coco, now that she was alone. Coco shifted on her stool, causing it to creak, Celestia above. Her flanks hung off of the stool and sagged towards the floor, though her haunches still retained a doughy roundness to them. Her belly sagged lower still, though it was still bloated enough to be somewhat round itself. Her face—those chubby cheeks and her double chin—were contorted… unpleasantly.

“She must still feel bloated,” she said quietly. “I will leave her be for now. Best not to agitate her further.”

I think you’re being too cautious, Photo Finish. She told you earlier that she wants to eat.

No. I’ve learned my lesson last time.

We’ll see about that.

Coco then got up and joined the others, who welcomed her warmly. Finish grinned, until she saw Pins smirking at her, which made her turn away quickly and stare at the clock. Serendipitously, the hands suddenly struck four o’clock.

“Have a good night!” Finish shouted.

Everypony nodded to her, with a few of the higher-ranked employees waving to her, and began to file out. Although everyone was crowding around the door, they had all been so well trained by Finish, they could all file out neatly without crowding. Pins was the last to leave, and before she completely disappeared, she gave Coco one last look, and then one more for Finish with an additional smile.

Finish pretended not to see it. “Coco!”

Coco shot up to attention, causing her belly to bounce slightly. “Y-Yes, Photo Finish?”

Finish cleared her throat; the excitement that had been building up had nearly spilled out completely. “Whenever you are ready, meet me in the back room so that we may try the tiramisu.”

“O-Of course, Photo Finish!” Coco scampered away to the refrigerator.

“T-Take your time! I just have to get some more things set up.”

“Yes, boss.”

Finish spun around and cantered back down the hallway and into the room, shutting it quickly and loudly. “Okay, just gotta double-check everything once more.” She narrowed her focus in the way only Photo Finish could, and began making everything… perfect. Perfectly centering the tablecloth, perfectly paralleling the silverware, perfectly adjusting the backdrop, perfectly wiping away every smudge that could possibly be visible to a trained eye. Finally, she restarted the Bitalian music track again, and then waited.

And not a moment too soon. As soon as the phonograph needle touched the vinyl cassette, there was a knock at the door. Finish steeled herself with a deep breath, then said, in as controlled a voice as she could muster, “Come in, Coco.”

There was a moment of silence.

Geez, that was very sultry.

Be quiet.

Let’s hope you didn’t scare her away.

Then the doorknob turned. Finish laid eyes on Coco, who was carrying the remaining tiramisu on her back. Her body sloshed around when she walked in, her hips just barely missing the frame, the tiramisu quivered with the motion, and Coco’s face was… her eyes were cast downward.

That was, until the music started. The mare jolted in place, the tiramisu bouncing on her fat back. “What is that?”

“It is music from Veneighce, Coco!” Finish declared with enthusiasm. “It will put us in the mood for the Bitaly trip.”

Coco closed her eyes. “I… I see what you mean, Photo Finish.” She smiled. “I’m very excited for the trip!”

Finish closed the door behind her, and locked eyes on Coco’s rump as the larger mare stared at the backdrop.

“Do you have many of these?” Coco asked, approaching the backdrop closely. “This is a very nice view.”

“Of course it is,” Finish replied, walking over to the table. “I am the one who took the picture. We have many of these, in order to show our clients what they should expect to see on their travels.”

Coco turned to her, beaming. “I can just imagine seeing sights like this in Bitaly. I’ve always wanted to see Veneighce, ever since I was a foal.”

Finish silently took a seat and watched as Coco ran her eyes along the picture. She couldn’t help but notice just how large her shadow was, even though she was standing close to the backdrop. The shadow was bobbing from side to side, and once she noticed, she couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering to Coco’s rump, and how it swayed ponderously to the beat of the music.

“...Um, Photo Finish?”

“Yes?” she asked more hoarsely than she had intended.

“Do you really think I have a shot at going to Bitaly?”

“Of course!” Finish threw her forelegs up. “Why would you think otherwise?”

Coco folded her ears back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Finish sighed and waved her to the table. “Do not doubt yourself. Just continue to work hard, and you should be ready to come along just fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Pins says that you are coming along well, but you are too nervous, and that causes some of your sewing to be crooked. You must relax and focus.”

Coco cast her eyes downward. “I understand. B-But it’s not just my nerves, right?”

“...What do you mean?”

Coco rubbed her foreleg, which wobbled and shifted with the motion. “Well, I try moving as fast as I can, but it’s hard, because… Well…”

Finish blinked out of watching her foreleg. “Have a seat, Coco.”

“Oh, right.” Coco slid the tiramisu container on the table and took a seat… and her belly pushed the table right into Finish.

“Oomph!”

“OhmystarsI’msosorry—”

“I-It is fine,” Finish grunted, pushing the table away—where it pressed into Coco’s gut. “You have a big belly. It is expected of you to struggle with tables—”

When Finish regained her posture and looked at Coco, she found the other mare’s face paling. “Oh, right, you are bloated.”

“Yeah, sorry Photo Finish.” She looked down at the table.

Finish waited for a response, but nothing came. Eventually, she decided to take a hint and ask. “Are you bashful about your weight?”

Coco looked at the floor. “I-I uh mean well, a little… It wouldn’t get in the way of my Bitaly trip, would it?”

Finish thought for a moment. Would other ponies care if I have her along? Would it be a bother if I had an overweight pony on a photo shoot on a supermodel like Fleur? There would be a lot of ponies with eyes and cameras on us. But they would be focused on Fleur and myself. Would they really notice her? I-I don’t think so, nor do I think they would care. I don’t hire ponies unless I believe in them, and everypony knows this already. Besides, Bitalians are known for their food; I’m sure they won’t mind.

But with the paparazzo chasing you around, if they do catch you with Coco, would it be safe to assume that I am out cavorting with the Massive Magnificent Mares? Is it worth risking that?

But I am Photo Finish. I would know how to hide her from sight.

But why hide her at all? That wouldn’t be fair to her.

Finish smacked herself in the face. You’re right. That absolutely would not be fair to her.

“Photo Finish, are you alright?”

“I am fine… I do not believe that your weight would be too much of a problem on this trip.”

Coco perked up. “Really?”

“I would not say so unless I mean it.” Finish reached under the table and patted Coco’s belly. “Everything is fine, Coco. Let us not worry about it.”

Coco’s face was crimson red. “Uh, th-thank you, Photo Finish.”

Finish smiled. “Right! Now let us focus on this tiramisu!”

Coco’s eyes opened wide. “Oh, right!” Coco popped the contained open and pulled out the remaining two slices. “Here, one for you and one for me!”

Finish eyed the tiramisu carefully. I don’t usually eat that much food. I wonder if I can eat all of this. Meanwhile, Coco was looking up and down at her own slice, a bit of drool forming at the corners of her mouth. Finish’s heartbeat quickened. Oh my, she looks like she’s ready to devour it whole! I-I can’t wait to see her get started!

“Shall we?” she said with lus—with enthusiasm.

Coco looked over the slice at her. “Oh, y-yes, we should.” Her voice was shaky, as if she could barely contain herself.

Finish picked up her fork quickly, but held it in place. Her eyes were glued to Coco, who picked up her fork and immediately plunged it into her own slice. She watched as Coco pulled out, a very large piece on the end of her fork. It was still hard from the refrigeration, with not even a crumb falling from it. That’s it, eat it all. Put it all aw—but before she could finish her own thought, Coco shoved it all into her mouth.

Oh my stars.

“Hmm?” Coco uttered, her cheeks bulging.

I said that out loud, didn’t I? “Nothing, my dear. Please, eat.”

Coco chewed slowly, at first having no noticeable reaction. Then, as the food broke down and her chewing became easier, she closed her eyes and moaned. Her mouth curled into a smile as she chewed, and her free hoof roamed to her belly. Finish waited for her to begin rubbing it, but all it did was rest for now.

And then she swallowed it, and dove in for more. Finish stared at her, waiting for Coco to unleash herself and tackle the food with a ravenous hunger… but it didn’t come. Why is she going so slowly?

Do you want to encourage her to eat faster?

I do… but I won’t. I need to take this slow, don’t rush it. I don’t want to repeat that incident.

But Coco’s the one feasting upon it. You don’t need to worry if she overindulges—

Her thought was interrupted by Coco suppressing a belch with her hoof. Finish grinned, until Coco grimaced. “Are you okay?”

Coco nodded. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m not completely well after what happened.”

“Take your time. There is no rush.”

No rush? Oh, I see, you want to draw this out. Enjoy it.

I suppose so.

What do you mean, you suppose so?

Finish couldn’t answer. Instead, she watched as Coco chewed each bite for a considerable amount of time. Each swallow was followed by a tiny sigh, and then she’d pull out another large piece and start the slow process all over again. Slowly, her own fork lowered to her plate, the piece she had plopping silently on it.

But once it rested on the plate, Coco stopped. “A-Aren’t you going to eat any?”

Finish glanced back up at her. “Who, me? Yes, I must also taste the tiramisu with you, to make a good judgment on the tiramisu.”

“...Are you alright, Photo Finish?”

“I am fine!” she tried saying, but rather barked. “I am just trying to focus, that is all.” Coco winced at her outburst, and Finish winced at her reaction. “I am sorry. Let us eat.”

Coco looked down at the table while taking another bite, this one much smaller than the last one. Damnit, I need to do something to get her back into the mood. Finish plunged her fork into her slice and pulled off a piece just as large as the ones that Coco had been eating this whole time. The tiramisu had somewhat softened, the confection squishing downwards from gravity, but the whole thing remained firm on the fork without even a crumb falling.

“Okay, Coco.” Finish brought the fork up to her lips. Her cheeks stung with the anticipated sweetness that would come, but with a deep inhale from her nostrils, she put it all in her mouth.

Oh goddesses above toomuchtoomuchtoomuch

The richness settled into her taste buds like a massive book dropped in front of a sleeping foal: the cold, chocolatey, creamy, firm richness hit in an instant and jolted her awake. The softness then rolled around her mouth, spreading to everywhere inside. Her eyes shot wide open from the intensity of the flavor. “Mmmm!”

Coco gave her a smile. “See? It’s great!”

Finish snapped back to her. She swallowed a few times, making sure it all went down, before she spoke again. “Yes, you were right, C-Coco!” She panted. “That is delicious and… very rich!” She could feel the heavy glob settle into her stomach, and imagined it settling onto her figure. No, that’s not going to happen from just one bite, or even one slice. I have nothing to worry about.

Now Coco, on the other hoof… all of that is going to help her out. Indeed, Coco had gone back to eating her own slice, going slightly faster than she had been before. Finish took another bite, this one much smaller. The richness was far less overpowering, allowing her to actually focus. This… this would probably fit in with Fleur’s photo shoot, right? I think so, considering how wealthy she is, and how rich this tiramisu is. With a somehow-steady hoof, she picked up a pencil and began making notes on her notepad.

“Oh, right!” Coco pulled out something from her side, set it on the table, and began writing with it.

Noticing the odd contraption, Finish swallowed and pointed at the curly thing. “What is that?”

“Oh, this? It’s a Loopin’ Quill. I bought it from a Bittish stallion who… uh…”

“Who what?”

“Who said it was… curvy… like me.”

Finish’s eyes darted to the bright green pen to avoid lingering—even though she knew her goggles would hide them from Coco—and she noticed how… large the loop was. It was like the pen had a huge, round belly at the center that bounced whenever she moved the pen and wrote with it. She began to squirm.

“O-Okay,” Coco said, setting the pen down. “I’ve made some notes. We should get back to eating.”

Without a word, Finish nodded and picked up her fork once more. Coco did the same and began tackling her tiramisu with faster speed. Finish watched for a moment, making sure her fork was moving all the while, so Coco wouldn’t be suspicious of her wandering eye. Coco ate through half of the tiramisu, and then three-quarters of it. Finish’s eyes wandered down to her stomach; no noticeable bulge had developed yet.

The last few bites, however, went by much slower. Coco breathed several times, rubbed the underside of her belly—almost out of Finish’s view, enough to where Coco probably felt safe—and even burping with her mouth closed. Several “excuse mes” were uttered underneath her breath, and then she would take another bite.

She’s taking her time with those last few bites.

Yes, I know.

You would think she wouldn’t be daunted by this, considering how much she eats normally.

Don’t you remember? She’s still bloated.

It just seemed like she was getting excited about eating all of it, the longer we were doing this.

As the music shifted from a jaunty tune to a more romantic melody, Coco ate the last bite of her piece. She quickly set her fork down, leaned back and exhaled. Finish watched as her tummy, now just barely larger than before, grew and shrunk with each breath.

“Whoo!” Coco leaned herself back up. “That was a lot more than I thought it was going to be.”

“It was? But it was just one slice.”

Coco blinked. “Oh, I know. I would probably eat two or three on a normal day, but—” She suddenly clammed up.

Three?

See? She’s getting into this.

We don’t know that.

“How is your piece, Photo Finish?”

Finish glanced down at her own, noting how there were only a few bites gone. “It is very rich and sweet. I am not used to this sweetness.”

Coco looked down at her piece. “Yes, it is very sweet.”

“I am… not sure that I can finish this.”

Coco stared at Finish.

“Would you like to try and finish it?”

The music began thrumming a guitar with an intense, beckoning tone. Coco gulped and patted her own belly, her cheeks swelling briefly with air.

Is she too bloated? “Or we could save it—”

“N-no no, if you want me to try and finish it, I suppose it… wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Finish felt her spine tingle. Yes, Coco. Do it. Eat up. She pushed the tiramisu towards the other mare, who took it slowly. Eat it all.

Coco picked up her fork and, with a deep, long breath, plunged it in. With another, deeper, longer breath, and with a trembling fork, she put the whole large bite into her maw.

Finish watched with bated breath as Coco chewed the bite in her mouth. Coco moaned, sending shivers up Finish’s back. The beckoning of the guitar continued to egg her own. And then, Coco swallowed.

And grimaced.

It was very minute, but the pout of her lips and the tightness of her throat couldn’t be hidden from the eyes of Photo Finish, even with all of the fat in the way. That was definitely a grimace. She must not be feeling well.

She’s the one that said she’d keep eating. She’s probably just feeling gassy, but she’ll keep on—

“Coco, are you alright?”

Coco looked up at her. “Oh, y-yes. I’m just… still feeling bloated.” She looked away from Finish.

She’s lying.

Why would she?

Because she doesn’t want to upset me. This is an important thing for her, and she doesn’t want to ruin it. But she’s going to make herself sick at this point!

At least it won’t be your fault.

Coco plunged her fork in again, pulling out the largest piece she had thus far. Her eyes bugged at the size of it.

Yes, Coco. The guitar began to build up in an ascending line with its tempting melody. Impress me. Eat it all up. Force it down your throat.

Coco took a few deep breaths. Finish began leaning across the table.

That’s it, Coco. Don’t hesitate.

She licked her lips and gave one final exhale through her nostrils. Finish continued closing the distance.

That’s it, Photo Finish. Take over for her. Feed her.

Coco opened her mouth and pulled the morsel towards her. Finish reached her hoof out.

Feed her, feed her, feed her!

Finish grabbed Coco’s wrist. The other mare stopped, mouth still open, tongue wiggling.

Feed her!

And then, at the crescendo of the song… Finish began pulling the fork away.

What are you doing?

“Coco,” Finish said gently. “You do not need to continue if you are not feeling well.”

Coco stared at her with wide eyes. The music became jaunty again, though they both knew that the situation was not.

“I know I said you could finish it,” she continued, “but I do not want to see you sick again.”

Coco’s ears folded back. “I-I’m sorry, Photo Finish. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You are just eager, Coco, to go to Bitaly. But we can finish this later.”

A heavy sigh followed. Finish could tell that part of it was from the amount of food and gas that was inside of her, but not all of it. Slowly, Coco hefted herself forward.

“Thank you, Photo Finish.” Coco offered a small smile.

Finish got up from her seat and began putting the tiramisu back into its container. “Of course! Now, since this is still business, what did you think of its being used in the photo shoot?”

“Oh, right!” Coco looked through her notes, her eyes narrowing after each line. After she was done, she looked away.

“Coco?”

She didn’t answer at first.

“Coco, please give me your honest opinion.”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“Although the tiramisu is delicious… I think it may be too rich for Fleur’s picture.”

Finish blinked. “Really?”

“I know that Fleur’s wealthy, but with the lightness of the angel hair pasta, I don’t think it would fit like…”

“Like what?”

“Well… like a cassata.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a bright sponge cake that is usually covered in fruit. That would brighten up her picture, and keep the color scheme consistent in tone. O-Or you could try a panna cotta, which would have a more gelatinous texture and look to it. A little smaller, but you could still decorate it with some fruits. The possibilities of coloring it wouldn’t be as strong, though, so it would depend on how hard you’d want to draw the eye to it.”

“And the taste?”

Coco raised a brow. “I’m sorry?”

“The t—” Wait, that wouldn’t matter in a photo! “You are just giving me some creative possibilities with food, I cannot resist but ask about the taste!”

Coco blushed. “Oh, well, I actually haven’t ever tried either.”

“Oh, really?” This sounds like it could be fun.

“But if you want something more bite-sized, you could try puffed zeppole or sfogliatelle, which are shaped like seashells. The powder of the zeppole and the sfogliatelle would blend in with the pictures nicely.”

“Yes, yes! I like this creativity, Coco Pommel!” Finish pumped a hoof into the air. “Ve must try these at once!”

Coco balked. “Oh, but I wouldn’t know where to get them.”

“What?”

“Well,” Coco began, scuffing the ground with her hoof. “I would need to look up where I could find any of that, and—”

“No, I can take care of that.” Photo Finish turned off the music and opened the front door. “Now come on. We have made significant progress today, and we must both rest. Especially you, so your tummy can no longer be bloated.”

Coco followed after her, albeit much more slowly. “A-And then I’ll try them and report to you?”

Finish stopped in her tracks. Try them on her own? No, this must not be! I must find an excuse to dine with her!

“Don’t worry, I won’t overdo it like last time.”

“Ah!” Finish turned to her. “I will make sure of that!”

Coco scrunched her nose in confusion. “What? How?”

“I will dine with you, of course! I want to see your creativity and passion sparking as you try these different meals!”

Coco’s face glowed. “Oh, I see. Well… I think that would be a great idea. Of course, not like you have any bad ideas, I was just saying—”

“I know, Coco.” They had reached the front door. “Now hurry along and get some rest, and I will do the rest.”

Coco smiled. “Okay, Photo Finish. And thank you for eating with me.”

Finish’s heart fluttered. “Of course, my dear. Good night!”

“Good night.” And with that, Coco began to waddle home.

Mein stars, she is even waddling now!

Yes, and once we gather up all of those treats, we can make her waddle even more!

Remember, though, we must take it slowly. We will not mess up our next opportunity.