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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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Eeeeeyes more.

"Yes."

These are great apples. *She takes another bite and chews slowly, blinking.* Oh! Would you like the other one?

She eyes it.

Eyes Alanna.

"Yes please."

*Alanna grins. She holds out the other apple while taking a bite of her own.*

It's all yours. They aren't as good as the ones in my Father's orchard, but they'll do. They're quite sweet, actually.

It's a little disturbing, to be honest, how quickly she makes work of that apple.

"T'anks."

*Eyebrows raised, Alanna nods slowly.*

You're welcome. How are you holding up?

"Stupid Adam," is the sulky response.

*Alanna coughs to hide a smile, face slowly turning red.*

Oh? And why is that?

"NO TELL SUNNY HOWSES UNCOMFOWTABLE WIF PAINT ON," she wails.

*Alanna swallows. On the one hand, she could assure Sunny that the paint was water based and thus most likely not an irritant at all. On the other, Sunny's being punished for a reason.*

Well.

I can say this, Sunny. Adam doesn't know very much about horses. I only taught him to ride a few months ago.

"Did no' know would huwt howses." Pained.

"Wanted pwetty howses."

The horses are okay, Sunny. *She smiles, leaning forward to get a better look at Sunny's eyes.* It was wrong. However... Mithros looked very fetching in purple. You picked my favorite color.

"Why Adam help if wong?" she demands.

And then beams. "Puwple pwetty."

Because sometimes adults make mistakes too. I enjoy a good bit of mischief, but mischief becomes trouble when people or the property of others get hurt.

*She winks.*

The prettiest. Did you like Mithros?

"Oh."

Bet ADAM still gets chocolate, though.

Hmph.

And she beams again. "Yes!"

*It is true, he does. But can you imagine if someone tried to keep him away from cider?

Ways to infuriate the antichrist, number forty two.

Alanna beams in return.*

I bet he liked you as well. Would you like me to take you to see him again sometime?

Sunny totally thinks Adam should be denied cider.

Her eyes light up. "YES PLEASE."

*She should totally tell Adam that.

Alanna grins.*

Excellent. You know something, Sunny? When you're old enough, and if your parents agree, I'd be happy to teach you to ride. If you wanted.

Her eyes light up.

"YES PLEASE YES."

HORSE. TO RIDE. HORSE. FOR SUNNY TO RIDE.

Very well, lass. Pending parental approval and long enough legs, I'd be happy to serve as your instructor. In the meantime, I'll teach you about horses. Caring for them is just as important, after all.

*She grins, thinking that there might be a ride of sorts in Sunny's near future. After all, if she's up there too, holding on, it doesn't matter how long Sunny's legs are.*

"Yes please," clinging to Alanna's arm.

"Queen Sunny an' Queen 'Lanna go widin'!"

*Alanna giggles, leaning over to give Sunny a hug.*

That we will, lass. Just wait for me to take you, okay? Now, I must get back to work, Queen Sunny. It was good to see you.

*She winks, rolling to her feet.*

I'll find you soon.

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