"Well, at least it wasn't Willy Wonka's chocolate factory," Sabrina joked. "That place is super dangerous." At least it was if you were greedy or entitled - she felt she would be fine there, a real Charlie Bucket minus the useless Grandpa Joe situation. "She usually does, and she's much less of a bitch about it than my aunt Zelda is," she said, not even feeling badly about calling auntie Z a bitch.
She moved to go check on the ice cream already in the freezer - stopping dead in her tracks and clutching her head as a memory or vision hit her. She was talking to her aunt Hilda about love and romance, Hilda telling her that her time will come although it might take a century, maybe even a century and a half. An overwhelming feeling of mortification and shame threatens to swallow her up, but she shakes her head, pushing the bad feelings down.
"You're probably right, I wouldn't want to overwhelm anyones' palate," she demurred, doing her best to act like everything was fine - though the fact that she dead certain the conversation she 'remembered' hadn't happened yet. "I can't help it, sometimes I go overboard in an effort to try and please everyone, you know?" She laughed at his comment about the ice cream machine. "It's pretty great - and it gives you fresh ice cream without a big fuss."