Suddenly, it doesn't matter whether they're hard to eat or not--if they taste like cupcakes, they gotta be good, right?
She reaches up and catches a star in her hands...she thinks. They aren't pointy like she was expecting, but more like trying to hold the head of a dandelion after it had gone to seed. She scoops it in her mouth and tastes....
"Milk."
She wrinkles her nose. Not cupcakes? And how can she eat milk, anyway?
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Date: 2016-03-24 03:31 am (UTC)Suddenly, it doesn't matter whether they're hard to eat or not--if they taste like cupcakes, they gotta be good, right?
She reaches up and catches a star in her hands...she thinks. They aren't pointy like she was expecting, but more like trying to hold the head of a dandelion after it had gone to seed. She scoops it in her mouth and tastes....
"Milk."
She wrinkles her nose. Not cupcakes? And how can she eat milk, anyway?