“Buttercup got green,” came the silent victory cry as the professor placed the money under her head, the pun likely killing a kitten somewhere, only for the sneaky Buttercup to promptly slip it into the confines of her top as Blossom arrived.<br/><br/>“Ha, beat you little miss perfect,” the competitive and green-eyed Buttercup mumbled smugly into the table, before shifting her head so she was glancing at the impeccably attired, shaped and sharp-minded Blossom. Granted, they were triplets and so shape wasn’t really an issue when your body was basically carved in some kind of super-stone and cloned three ways; something the three managed to make up for by how they carried themselves. Blossom with her proud air and can-do-attitude stood, as always, ahead of them, while Bubbles was just… bubbly, that joyful bounce never leaving her step and turning a fair amount of heads, even if she likely didn’t realize it. Her thoughts were only confirmed by the exceptionally bright entrance made by the blue-eyed Powerpuff, who she swatted lazily at upon being poked.<br/><br/>Buttercup, she had a more casual and laidback stance; overconfidence was all that marked her sway. It was a trait which came from wiping the floor with some of Townsville’s most villainous of villains… hundreds of times. It’s a wonder they didn’t just give up, maybe create a schedule where they’re just beaten up on a weekly basis by the Powerpuffs without all the hassle of “sinister” and “flawless” plans. With a muffled giggle she tempted fate by pondering if Him was reading her mind at that moment, finding it amusing that she may just be rubbing an opponent’s failure into their face inadvertently.<br/><br/>Otherwise, the only thing which set Buttercup apart was the twins which she kept squished flat under a tight wrapping, creating an odd difference between her and her sisters. The rest of the family, unknowing, accepted the whole “freak-chance” line, like the few they have with their powers, but the truth was that Buttercup always saw herself as just one of the boys and it didn’t take a rocket-scientist to realize that with great cleavage came great… something or other. Either way, it’d make the guys look at her differently, of that she was sure, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.<br/><br/>“Buttercup, if you don’t wake up, you’ll miss out on breakfast,” came her father’s gentle but unsuccessful goading, only to have Buttercup grudgingly and finally respond as he finished it off with that last line. “Aww, Professor, but it’s not going to kill me to miss one day… Anyway, I’m, ah… sick?” It was a completely ludicrous excuse, even she knew that, but it was worth a try. Maybe she could throw something about Mojo in there to make it more believable or the Amoeba boys? Looking down at her food, she smiled at the skull and crossbones, a feat the professor had mastered over the years. “Umm, by the way, heard anything from the mayor yet Blossom,” she asked almost too eagerly.