"Las fresas finlandesas son más dulces que las españolas." she said.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" muctachy asked.
"You heard me. I've always though that. And it's true."
"You are crazy and you are wrong!"
"Hey mustachy, you don't agree with me because you don't want to agree with me. And that's crazy, not the fact what I said. Have you ever tried Finnish strawberries?"
"Of course I have and Spanish strawberries are better." mustachy lifted his nose and turned away.
"Why are you upset?" she asked.
Mustachy mumbled.
"Sorry, didn't hear you." she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Mustachy turned to her and said with an unnecessarily loud voice: "I do not argue with little girls that have no idea of facts!"
"Oh, I see," she said with a calm voice. "You either know I'm right and you don't want to admit it or you just don't want to listen what I have to say so you attack my gender and age. But that's okay, I've heard worse."
She and mustachy hear talking and turn to look what is happening. Two giants come closer to them.
"Do you want pancakes? We could make. I bought fresh strawberries today because there were Finnish strawberries, grown in a greenhouse available. But I also bought Spanish strawberries because the Finnish ones were so expensive." said the giant number one.
"I always thought that Spanish strawberries taste a bit like watery vegetables, not tasty berries. They are nothing compared to Finnish strawberries." said the giant number two.
"I know, but I though that the Spanish ones would be a good addition since I didn't want to buy enough Finnish ones."
She looks at mustachy with a smile on her face and says: "See, I told you so."
Giant number one picks her up as giant number two takes mustachy and another one from the second box and says: "This one looks little bitter but I'll taste it anyway. It's a good thing you did buy the expensive ones too because there's no denying that Finnish strawberries are sweeter than Spanish ones."