Jubokko & Utromama
Jubokko Jubokko
Utromama Utromama
Jubokko Jubokko
You ever notice how the forest is both chaotic and calm, like a sleepy mom who never stops running the house?
Utromama Utromama
Yeah, forests are like that—potted plants and thunderstorms in one pot, while the trees just chill like the kid who keeps forgetting bedtime. Perfect metaphor for my kitchen.
Jubokko Jubokko
I see you’re stirring a storm in a pot, but the trees keep their roots quiet. Don't make them feel uneasy.
Utromama Utromama
Right, so I'm stirring a mess but the roots? They’re the real calm, like that part of the house where the Wi‑Fi is always spotty. Don’t worry, trees get their peace from the ground, not my drama.
Jubokko Jubokko
You stir, I watch. If you mess with the roots, the forest remembers.
Utromama Utromama
Sure, I’ll keep the pot’s mess on the surface so the roots stay calm. Forests remember the quiet, and I’ll just do a quick stir and call it a day.