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There's no sugar.

No cookies with crunchy bits.

No chocolate.

No candy.

No sugar.

None.

AND IT IS NOT NEAR A WEEK YET.

There is a slightly manic Beaver Baby in the bar.

She is not asking for sugar.

Because that would be wrong.

She is gnawing on a table like there's no tomorrow.

There are woodshavings about her feet.

Gnaw, Sunny.

Gnaw.

Did we mention there's no sugar?

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Sunny's TALENTED.

"Sunny," after spitting some wood out.

She does not EAT it.

Just.

Chews it.

Ah, that explains it.

"Nice to meet you Sunny." he is somewhat relieved to see the wood being spat out and not actually swallowed.

He has spent enough time removing foreign objects from the inside of toddlers to know that it's not pleasant.

"Are you teething?" he asks. He's seen the notice but this still doesn't quite qualify as normal behaviour in his experience.

Then again this is Milliways, and she does actually seem to be making a fairly impressive dent in the table.

"Mebbe." She doesn't know. She has more teeth than she used to. She is using them. Maybe that's teething, too.

"Well, how old are you and how many teeth do you have already?" Guppy asks, figuring that they could probably work it out from that.

"26," she lies. To both questions.

Guppy smiles.

"Can't be teething then."

He doesn't question her age. This is Milliways after all.

"You know Sunny there are lots of nice things to eat that aren't sweets. Apples are nice and crunchy to bite."

"Uh-huh," muttered.

Snap goes the table leg, and she looks ridiculously proud.

Destruction is good for the soul.

AS IS CHOCOLATE.

Guppy goes to the bar and comes back with an apple and some superglue.

"Maybe we'd better fix that. You don't want to get in any more trouble with your daddy now do you?" he says, handing her the apple and examining the table.

The apple is eyed.

"...Wowked hawd on that."

"I know, but if you leave it like that everything will fall off the table and it'll be taken away to be mended or replaced. Whereas if you go all around the edge and make a design, it will be artistic and people will look at it and say 'isn't Sunny clever for making a pretty pattern' or something."

Ooo, appeal to her pride, why don't you?

Clever GUPPY.

"...Maybe."

Guppy smiles. The table was never going to look like a normal table again so they might at least do something productive with it.

"So if I glue this leg back on, you could start the other side maybe?"

"Could," she allows.

Guppy gets to work gluing the leg of the table back on, trying not to get his fingers stuck at the same time.

Sunny watches.

Vaguely amused.

A large black cat wanders over and tries to see what Guppy is up to.

Guppy jumps as the cat touches his arm and slips whilst holding the leg.

"Scampi! Hang on a second I'm trying to oh... bother."

Well it's a functioning table. Just... the leg isn't entirely vertical.

The cat wanders over to Sunny and rubs against her purring.

Sunny eyes Scampi.

She approves of this cat who causes difficulty in table repair.

Guppy looks up, dusting sawdust off his hands.

"Are you okay with cats Sunny? I can make him go away if you want."

Scampi purrs and rolls over to let her stroke his tummy.

"Mine," scowling at Guppy.

Well, hers for the moment, anyway.

"No take."

"I think he may object to that. He thinks I'm his mummy, and he'll get very upset if you keep him. You wouldn't want me to take you away from your mummy. But he likes to play, so you can play with him now if you like."

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