Mia continued her chocolate-fueled rampage, her tiny paws batting at the candies, trying to gather them all into a pile she could guard. She was a whirlwind of pink fur and single-minded greed, a far cry from the elegant, arrogant fae she pretended to be.
Merwyn watched her with a look of profound amusement, a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. "See? A true connoisseur."
"She's going to make herself sick," Adrien's voice, still thick with sleep, mumbled from the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, blinking blearily at the chaotic scene on the nightstand. "Mia... perhaps you should slow down."
"NEVER!" She yowled, her voice muffled by another mouthful of chocolate. "This is my due! My payment for my trials and tribulations!" She glared at them all, a fierce, territorial light in her green eyes. "You'll not take a single piece!"
