AN: Cute little ficlet idea that hit me at work today. Plus it's not Petunia and Larry this time! I'm expanding! Based on an actual complaint my sister had while watching Sweetpea Beauty

"ROBERT!"

Uh oh. That wasn't a good sign. That never led to anything good. Sighing in exasperation already, the tomato asked "What seems to be the problem, Madame?"

"You and I need to have a little discussion about your outrageous casting choices." The blueberry seethed.

Bob's entire faced was etched with confusion. "Casting choices? But I thought you'd be happy with…"

"Do I look like I'm old enough to be Larry's mozer to you?!" she cried out in frustration.

Oh. Oh. Well, now that she put it that way…

"Of course not! No! Never!" he exclaimed, trying to calm her down. "We only gave you that part because...well...there were two female roles and you're better at emotional depth than Petunia! Also…seeing her as Larry's mom would be creepy for a whole different se of reasons." He added, shuddering a bit.

The blueberry huffed a bit. Her walls were slowly crumbling. "It's still insulting. After all he's only a few months younger zan I am!"

"Years." Bob corrected automatically. "He's a few years younger than you are. Three years, to be exact."

"Pardon moi?" Madame asked rhetorically, glaring at the tomato. "Just how old do you think I am, hmm?"

Bob exhaled slowly. "30. I think you're 30. Not that you look a day over 21. But you're 30. Larry's 27. Simple mathematics."

Madame grumbled under her breath. She forgot how good the tomato was with remembering that sort of thing.

"Besides, I thought you would've liked your part!" Bob continued. "I mean, you are the lead, after all."

The blueberry rolled her eyes "Do you zink zat I'm daft? How can I be the lead when ze script is named after Petunia's character?"

Bob smiled knowingly. "You know that Marlin is the main character in Finding Nemo, not Nemo, right? How much of the script have you read?"

"Maybe…not…zat much…" the bluberry admitted, eyes on the ceiling, not daring to give the tomato the satisfaction of seeing how guilty she was.

Chuckling, the tomato replied. "Read it. You're the star, Megan. Even if it's not your name in lights."

"That's Madame to you." She replied stiffly.

She always had a bone to pick with him, didn't she? Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head amicably, before leaning forward and gently pecking the blueberry on the lips. "No it's not." He smirked.

The blueberry pouted, exhaling in an angry defeat. "Fine. I will read the script. But I still think it's a stretch to make Larry my son!"

Bob shook his head. "I can give someone else the lead if you want…"

Eyebrows furrowing, Madame replied "That will not be necessary." Before storming off, script in hand.

Bob found himself chuckling, for some reason. He sure picked a wild one.