"You might find
it interesting to visit Holly's dreams," Angela said, before Maurice could
even land on the table next to the sofa.
"How?" He
tried not to whine.
"Put your mind
to it." She raised the book a little higher, hiding her face. She
shouldn't have seen him stick his tongue out, but he heard a muffled chuckle as
he headed downstairs again.
He detoured to the
candy jars and helped himself to a dark chocolate kiss. One benefit of his
reduced size: a piece of candy that normally would last less than a minute now
could last him for an entire evening. Dark chocolate to the Fae was like
medicine and energy rations and ambrosia, all mixed together. He would need it
if he was going to be stuck watching Holly read for the next hour.
And if things got
bad, he might just beg Angela to get him a six-pack of diet cherry cola the
next time she went grocery shopping. While normal Humans got nothing but a
caffeine buzz, the chemicals and artificial sweeteners combined to affect the
Fae in ways that alcohol never could. And no hangover.
Maurice muffled a
chuckle at the thought of how sloshed he could get on half a can, in his
current size. Normally it would take him two cans to get a happy tingle. He
settled down on his couch again with the foil peeled back from the chocolate
kiss.
Holly had finished her hot chocolate and was rubbing her eyes, visibly fighting to stay awake. Did she get that tired just from helping kids find books and shushing people? Maybe being a librarian was a rougher job than he thought.
"That's it," he said. "Close those sleepy weepy wittle eyes, before I die of boredom."
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