Annie places her hands on Pinky and starts to superheat him, attempting to bring him to a boil.

"BUT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!"

Pinky then turns into a ball of fire with eyes and a squishy body. He waddles closer for a hug,

"GO AWAY!" Annie throws a fist at Pinky, playing is obviously not something she likes to do.

Pinky bounces off the table......his face was sad as he slushes to a corner of the room, jiggling sadly.

Annie stares off in pinky's direction, eyes glazed over, and not entirely at anything.

(Having fun is acceptable, however. Terminology!)

Pinky comes back in a cute little bear suit hoping she won't notice it was him. He still waddles all the way to her.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to play right now Pinky. Can you forgive me?" She looks at him. She's seen a lot of bears in her time, and she can tell by the stitches,

Pinky nods as he holds out a plate of gingerbread Annies.

She takes a cookie, and a bit out of said cookie. "I prefer shortbread, but thanks!" She finishes it and another cookie.

Pinky takes one as well and dissolves in in himself. He prided himself as a cook of sorts.