"Sister, I'm hungry, can you give me a potato?"
"Wait, sister will dig one out for you in the field."
"Sister, can you peel it for me?"
. . .
"Sister, can you peel the skin with Morthos's holy sword without doing it in front of him?"
. . .
"Sister, don't turn your hands into knives for peeling."
. . .
Papacona glanced at the potatoes in her hand, looked up at the chattering ninicona, and showed a gentle smile.
"Then do you want your sister to peel it with you, dear sister?"
Mission: Environmental protection, sisterhood, saving humanity