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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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Aeryn inclined her head.

"Not necessarily. I know many species who grow slowly. Some even go backwards."

"You look human, but I look human."

She eyes the crazy lady, but decides the kindest thing she can do is humor her.

"Oh?"

Compassionate and independent? What a wonderful child!

Amused. "You don't believe me."

The Tonks-Wrangles are blessed by her presence.

"Did no' say no believe," she says carefully.

"It was in your eyes." Aeryn Sun, child psychiatrist. Or something.

She blinks them.

Maybe it's like when you wake up with sand in your eyes.

Causing Aeryn to laugh again.

"It's a metaphor. Sort of."

"Oh."

She frowns, a little.

Not quite sure she doesn't need to go check her eyes anyway.

"Ask your mother and father." It pleases Aeryn to think that somewhere out there, two parents will be flummoxed trying to explain metaphors and eye dust to this little girl.

And oh, will they be.

"What in YOUR eyes?"

"Why don't you take a look and see?" She's kind of scary. Is Sunny BRAVE ENOUGH?

SUNNY FEARS NO CRAZY LADIES.

And so she peers.

"...See tomato."

"What's a tomato?" More importantly, how the frell did it get in my eye?

"Good on sammiches!"

Aeryn blinked.

"But not in eyes." I've got some kind of killer Erp disease.

"Can this 'Sammich' cure me?"

Sunny considers this carefully.

"Only," solemnly, "if made wight way."

"Am I going to die?" Perhaps she should go see Guppy. What kind of tiny blonde girl tells you that you are dying from Tomato anyway?

She blinks and says, seriously, "Yes."

Everyone dies.

"There's no cure?" Suddenly suspicious.

"I've never heard of anyone dying of Tomato."

"Need sammich," she reminds.

That's what you DO with tomatos.

Or Ber'd makes sauces. YUMMY sauces.

"Does Bar have any Sammich's?" She'd see what it was and then she would know what was going on.

She really IS a crazy lady.

"Duh."

"I'm going to go get cured." She wandered off a bit.

"You...do childreny things."

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