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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 stares.

Sunny...is in love.

"MY mutant owange!" gleefully, throwing her arms around neck.

The Little Guy stands completely still. He's far too stunned to move even the slightest bit.

"loompa?"

"...No."

She thinks.

"Will call you Dowothy!"

Dorothy. Okay. That's....what?
He begins to pry himself away from her.

"LOOMPA!"

He exclaims. He is no Dorothy! He will have none of that soul toast!

"Fine, no Dowothy."

She thinks.

"Sebashon?"

He ponders this, deciding that he quite likes the name Sebastian. His face breaks into a rather large smile. One that spans ear to ear.

It's beautiful.

Sunny grins back. "Sebashon wanna haf a teapawty with Sunny?"

Again, he considers this proposition gravely before responding with a very low and proper bow.

She curtsies, pulling her jeans to the side, before giggling and dragging him towards the flat.

He has no choice but to follow this Siren of Tea. She has given him an awesome name, after all.

And tea awaits.

With pretty dresses, for them both.

And a demon bunny, who gets his own dress.

The Little Guy prefers to think of his as a ceremonial robe, as opposed to a dress. Not even female Loompas wear dresses.....

Either way, it's a very PRETTY pink ceremonial robe.

Goes great with his coloring.

Great meaning ever worse than the day he had to fill in as the Cotton Candy Cone.

SUNNY thinks he looks BEAUTIFUL.

Hiss, however, offers a sympathetic look, and nudges a tiny airline bottle of vodka his way.

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