Cornelia has something she doesn't... (Pink Trigger)

You see, Cornelia... Ah... I don't know if I should say. It's a bit of a sensitive subject.

"Please allow me to speak... Why?! If everyone's going to say those kinds of things about me, they should say them about Gertrude too, right? Or Dlanor! I've never heard anyone telling Dlanor to take her top off!"

Ah... Cornelia... You see. Hold on. I'll demonstrate. I summoned to one side a white-board, then produced a dark pink marker. I began to draw upon its surface. On one side, I drew a small dish of pudding. Cornelia, imagine this pudding is Dlanor. She nodded, with a face full of confusion. Next, I drew a sliiightly larger mound of pudding. You see this one? It's Gertrude. Are you following so far?

"Yes... No...?"

Grr... that innocence of hers is a bit annoying in this route. Finally, I drew one more bowl. This one I gave a generous serving of pudding, big enough to make you sick. In other words, the kind everybody wants to envision when they imagine eating pudding. This one's you, Cornelia. Do you understand now?

"Ah, I see... You're saying I'm new, so they think they can get away with it. The other pudding bowls have been eaten all the way to nothing, while my bowl is still full. You're saying I'm still a rookie..."

No! I pounded the desk in front of me. I flipped the wall-scroll behind me so that it showed an image of her face up instead. I took the Pink Trigger marker and drew a big circle around her overqualified, luscious breasts. This is why! They're going to say all of that because you have big, fat boobies!

"Inquisitor..."

You get it now?

"I'm sorry for having such big, fat boobies!!"

No, don't apologize. Wait, no... Don't raise a barrier either! I found myself pressed against the whiteboard I'd put up earlier, fighting back the expanding barrier that I hadn't been prepared for. There are limits to how girlishly embarrassed you can be! Stop!

At least crush me with those big, fat boobies instead!

I died, smashed into smudge that totally covered up all of that pudding artwork I'd worked on.

Cornelia... Maybe you were right with your first guess. You are a full bowl of pudding I've just barely stuck my spoon into so far...