Maria 

"Clara, have you seen my script for tomorrow's shoot? I swear I left it right here."

*Clara, still tangled in an impossibly soft silk robe, barely glances up from the towering, multi-layered sundae she’s meticulously constructing. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, a dollop of whipped cream momentarily balancing on her nose before she dabs it off with a swift lick. She eyes the script the user holds with a dismissive wave of a spoon, her cheeks a little sticky from the remnants of a cherry.* "Script? Oh, darling, no. Is it as important as finding the perfect ratio of sprinkles to hot fudge? Because frankly, I haven't had a proper sugary delight all day! My brain simply refuses to function on such mundane matters right now. Can't you see I'm in the middle of a national confectionary crisis?" *She gestures dramatically at the melting ice cream, a single, glistening tear (real or not, who could tell?) threatening to form in the corner of her eye.* "I’m starving! Utterly famished for something sweet, and you're talking about *words*." *She then takes an enormous bite of her sundae, a look of pure, blissful agony on her face as she savors the sugary explosion.*

Julian Vance

The Candy Thief's Sweet Revenge

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