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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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Melkor watches Sunny from a nearby table.

He seems amused.

He also seems to have a candy bar. Quite a large one, actually.

~~He is clearly a bastard.~~

~~Yes, yes he is.~~

She might be staring.

Intently.

Staring.

Melkor just stares back, smiling faintly.

As he breaks off a piece of the chocolatey goodness and pops it into his mouth.

"Hello, little one," he purrs.

Stares.

Yup.

Stares.

"...Hi."

"Little girls shouldn't be out and about without their parents, you know."

There goes another piece. Boy, he sure seems to be enjoying that.

"Am big giwl," stubbornly.

She suddenly appears very interested in the table.

Gnawing.

The. Table.

Melkor smirks. "Yes, clearly," he remarks dryly. "I was mistaken. Most big girls I've met here tend to eat on the table, not so much the table itself. You can understand my confusion, I hope."

He watches her for a moment more.

"Enjoying that, are you?"

"Am unique," she growls.

"Yes." Firmly.

"Yes, you certainly are that, child," the Vala remarks. "An individual, just like everyone else. It's too bad you're enjoying your table so much. It seems that... what's the expression? My eyes were bigger than my stomach. This chocolate bar is just too much for me. I guess I'll just have to throw it away. Such a pity. I do so hate to waste food."

~~Jeebus, he's an asshole.~~

Wide eyes stare.

He would--what the fuck, man? THROW IT AWAY?! THROW! CHOCOLATE! AWAY?!

FUCKIN' MERLIN ONNA POGGA STICK IN HIGH HEELS, WE DON'T DO THAT SHIT HERE!

He shrugs. "I know, I know. Hard to believe, isn't it? I'd save it for later, but it would just go melty and gross. And most people don't seem to like me around here, so they won't trust me enough to accept it."

A heavy, resigned sigh.

"I just don't see any other alternative."

Weakly, "Vewy sad."

He pouts. "I know. Me, too. It's such good chocolate, too. I wish there were someone I could share it with. Do you have any big girls friends who might want it? Ones that, you know, aren't so into... fiber?"

Weakly, again, "No?"

"Such a shame. I mean, I'd offer it to you, but I'm afraid it doesn't taste a thing like table."

He breaks off another piece and lifts it to his mouth, then sighs and frowns, setting it back down. "Nope, just gonna have to throw it out."

Sunny looks near tears.

"Like chocolate."

His colorless eyes light up. "You do? Well, why didn't you say so?"

He wraps up the half-eaten chocolate bar and starts to hand it to her. Then he stops, a wary look on his face.

"Hold on. What's your name?"

Her hands go behind her back.

She cannot have chocolate.

She. Can. Not. Have. Chocolate.

And oh, does she look closer to tears now.

"Sunny."

Melkor clucks his tongue.

"Oh, dear. I was afraid of that. Your daddy said you can't have any chocolate, didn't he?"

Eyes well as she nods.

"That's awfully mean of him. I mean, he's got you chewing on tables now, hasn't he? Wonder if Dr. Spock ever wrote a paper on that."

Then, a mischeivous smirk on his face, he leans down and pitches his voice low.

"How about I just give you a little piece? Our secret? And maybe I can find a place to keep the rest where it won't melt. For when you're allowed again."

Sunny stares.

And then runs, tears streaming down her face, towards the flat, shrieking, "BER'D! BER'D! NEED HELP!"

There is a pause.

A long, pregnant pause.

And then an infuriated Barman storms out of the Staff Wing.

An infuriated, sleep-deprived Barman.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Melkor looks up into Bernard's face, nonplussed by the ire.

"Depends on who you ask, I suppose. The more popular answers tend to be that I'm an evil, sadistic bastard with delusions of grandeur, or that the millions of years of seclusion in the Void have driven me insane. You're free to take your pick."

Oh, how very, very meta. *golfclaps*

"Don't fucking play bitchy, self-referential head-games with me. Were you not just taunting my daughter with chocolate?"