Well I almost missed this in its entirety.

...Miss? I say-- Miss. Young lady with the brown hair and glasses! You wouldn't happen to be a figment of my imagination, now would you?

Oh, what fantastic pajama pants you have. Is that Tinkerbell? Why, I remember watching that film with Peter as a child. "That's my name," he said to me, pointing to the title on the video's cover. He was only three! Such a bright boy.

--But I digress. My apologies, Miss. Now what was I... Ah, yes!

This place you want me to go to. I'm afraid I must insist that this is a poor idea! I have only barely begun to settle into my new place with Peter. It's taken me weeks--weeks--to grow used to the nuances of the oven. Every oven has a sightly different constitution, you see. Understanding the specific behavior to your oven is the key to making a good souffle. My last one combusted inside the oven because there was a documentary on the mating habits of silk worms on the TV. Positively fascinating. Peter was quite angry.

The point is, moving again is completely out of the question. And you, young lady, have no respect or understanding of the art of science. In fact, if I recall my research notes on subatomic vibration caused you to eat an entire box of Oreos. Which I find very healthy, I might add. Not the cookies in themselves, Heavens no, but eating to manage stress has certainly helped me.

The fact remains should you pursue this highly inadvisable course of action, you may render yourself obese.

No, I'm afraid this is not up for debate. I absolutely refuse to move without Peter, and you certainly aren't moving me further from Busby's apple fritters. Absolutely not.

Well, it's been nice speaking with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a cadaver to autopsy.

Hm?

--Squishy brain pans? Where? Ohhh are they silicone baking pans? In the shape of brains? Fantastic! Silicone actually bears quite a few beneficial properties, you know! They don't require that the baker grease the pan in any way, they heat quickly and bake evenly, they don't rust or stain, and they're terribly easy to clean! I only discovered their invention recently. They've become quite popular since I was in St. Claire's.

What are you feeling today, Peter? Oh, I think I'll make banana bread! Brain shaped banana bread, perhaps with a drop or two of food coloring? The fibers in the bananas which brown through baking can be pretend-synapses!

Not that synapses are visible, of course. It's merely a simulation.

Aha, wonderful. Squishy brain pains indeed.