"<Greatgrandmother...>" 
	"Speak Japanese, child.  You need the practice." admonished
Cologne. 
	"...Mousse, I love." she continued in Japanese, without skipping a
beat. 
	"So, you finally admit it." Cologne stated, seemingly unsurprised. 
	"Yes.  Mousse very sweet.  Makes Shampoo happy." 
	"I've always suspected this..." 
	"So, you understand?" 
	"But of course." Cologne stated. 
	Shampoo felt her spirits lift. "Then, you'll allow..." 
	"Absoutely not!  We Amazons have a reputation to uphold, after
all." 
	"But Shampoo want mousse so badly..." Shampoo pleaded, but already
knowing in her heart what the Matriarch's answer would be. 
	"No buts.  No matter how much you like the desert, mousse is not
considered Chinese food.  We are -not- adding it to the menu." 

	... 

	"Well, ok.  What about chocolate cake?" 



Sorry about this.  I'm trying to study at the library, and this idea won't
leave me alone, but I have no use of this scene in any fic that I am
planning. I suppose that it sort of fits within the spirit of the day,
anyway. 



-Jason Liao
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Who's thoughts on India in 1947 are
of lesser importance when compaired
to those of a purple haired girl...