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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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Guppy blinks at the table-eating toddler. He crouches down next to her.

"Hello. Um... that doesn't look very tasty."

He gets a glare.

"Is delicious," stubbornly.

Gnaw.

Gnaw.

Gnaw.

BUT NOT AS DELICIOUS AS COOKIES.

Guppy winces and looks around to see if Sunny has a parent nearby.

"Don't you get splinters? I don't think Bernard will be very happy if you eat his furniture."

There's a Peacekeeper eyeing the child with distaste. Where are the parents, is the question on her mind.

She mutters something that sounds vaguely like, "Tuff shit," but is probably not, for that is not a respectful way to speak about your father's attitude upon eating his furniture.

Gnaw.

Gnaw.

Dammit.

Stupid horses.

Stupid antichrist.

There's a child eyeing the Peacekeeper in a manner that suggests she thinks her leg might be good to bite, too.

JUST A LITTLE.

She'd paint it. BUT THE PAINTS ARE GONE.

LIKE THE SUGAR.

Aeryn is often bitten by things. They would point out that she tastes better than table.

"Hello."

Guppy frowns a little. Even kids in Holby aren't swearing by her age. He tries to think of something else it could have been.

Guppy isn't good with dealing with children.

He wasn't very good at dealing with children even when he was one, and it wasn't that long ago.

But right now he'd just a little concerned about the whole wood eating thing.

"My name is Guppy." he says eventually, at a loss for what else to say. "What's your name?"

Sunny's TALENTED.

"Sunny," after spitting some wood out.

She does not EAT it.

Just.

Chews it.

Hey, don't know the table til you try it.

"Hi." Still eyeing.

"Do you happen to have parents?" Aeryn asked, sort of politely, more wary.

"Do you?" Sunny asks, not so much politely, but mostly just curiously.

Aeryn shook her head. "Both mine are dead. Only met my mother recently."

Ah, that explains it.

"Nice to meet you Sunny." he is somewhat relieved to see the wood being spat out and not actually swallowed.

He has spent enough time removing foreign objects from the inside of toddlers to know that it's not pleasant.

"Are you teething?" he asks. He's seen the notice but this still doesn't quite qualify as normal behaviour in his experience.

Then again this is Milliways, and she does actually seem to be making a fairly impressive dent in the table.

"Sowwy."

Kinda.

"Mebbe." She doesn't know. She has more teeth than she used to. She is using them. Maybe that's teething, too.

Aeryn chuckled slightly.

"Don't be silly. You didn't kill them." Aeryn narrowed her eyes, restraining a smile.

"Or did you?"

Sunny's eyes narrow.

This one will have to go when the revolution comes.

"No," shortly.

Sunny does not kill mommies and daddies.

"Well, how old are you and how many teeth do you have already?" Guppy asks, figuring that they could probably work it out from that.

"Just making sure." Aeryn nodded conspiritorially.

"You wouldn't believe how many evil people there are."

"Would too. Haf one fo' uncle!"

"26," she lies. To both questions.

"It's always good to have a mix of people in a family." Aeryn agreed.

"So where are your parents?"

"Am in'epennet woman," solemnly.

Throw your hands up at her, yo.

Guppy smiles.

"Can't be teething then."

He doesn't question her age. This is Milliways after all.

"You know Sunny there are lots of nice things to eat that aren't sweets. Apples are nice and crunchy to bite."

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