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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

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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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny considers this carefully.

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

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"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?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She blinks and says, seriously, "Yes."

Everyone dies.

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"There's no cure?" Suddenly suspicious.

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

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Need sammich," she reminds.

That's what you DO with tomatos.

Or Ber'd makes sauces. YUMMY sauces.

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

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

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She really IS a crazy lady.

"Duh."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

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

"You...do childreny things."