“How can they whip cheese?” Kari asked, batting her chocolate colored eyes sweetly.

            “Excuse me?” was the response, emitting from Kari’s best friend, Jamie.

            The two were sitting down upon an old, worn out olive green couch positioned in a dusty basement. Their eyes had been set to an antique antenna television set, currently displaying a fuzzy picture featuring Kraft’s Macaroni and Cheese.

            Kari and Jamie, though both had different versions of how they met, had managed to become inseparable over the years. Kari, with her long blond hair tied back into a ponytail, was not paying attention to the television, and was contemplating the aspect of whipping cheese while fiddling with the black shoelaces on her Kangaroo’s. Jamie, on the other hand, had been paying attention to the large Chessasaurous Rex, dancing about and telling its audiences to go out and buy the noodles. Now, with Kari’s distraction, he had his hand going through his jet-black hair, and a puzzled expression upon his face.

            Kari sat up upon the shabby cushions, tilting her head to one side, studying her friend with amusement. “Well, they have pistol whip, and don’t forget about Miracle Whip. So how do you have cheese whip?”

             Jamie pondered the question, moving his hand down to rub his chin, giving in to the image of thinking. He scanned Kari with his dark green eyes, and finally shrugged his shoulders. “I’m guessing you take a block of cheese and hand it over to a blender.”

            Crossing her petite arms and directing her gaze to the water-stained ceiling, Kari made a noise to show that she was processing her friend’s answer. She snapped her attention around the room, noting each of the old toys, collectables, and ancient dinnerware that inhabited the room, filling up boxes and jars to decorate the room with a homey, yet unbelievably messy, feel.

            “No, if you gave cheese to a blender, it would become scrambled.”

            “Like eggs?”

            Kari nodded. “Exactly.”

            With the exception of the television, now featuring a commercial for Philadelphia Cream Cheese, the room had gone into a brief silence. Jamie’s attention had gone back to the heavenly commercial, when he was once again interrupted.

            “What about lemony cheese whip?”

            They both looked at each other, exchanging thoughts without words. “That’s whipped cream.” Jamie said, raising a brow suspiciously.

            “Right.” Kari replied with a tone of defeat. She looked back down to her shoes, weaving the laces over and around her fingers.

            “Maybe they melt the cheese and then wire-whisk it.”

            “Or maybe they combine it with whipped cream.”

            Once again, the two examined each other. A grin cracked against both of their faces, and the two darted upstairs. The basement was quiet again, exempt from the television, which now advertised a box of Cheese Nips.