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"Good." The brownies and milk were both offered to Otto. Candace expected he would take both treats.

Both of them.

"Yeah, rules. There're things to look for, things to do and not do. I have it here somewhere.." She set the milk down and wandered to the desk and bookshelves set up in a corner of the room, opening drawers and folders and searching through papers until she found what she was looking for. "You can borrow this if you want. Just bring it back and don't wreck it, okay?"

Candace watched Otto, paper in hand.

Why wasn't he..

"Drink your milk, Otto."

"Drink."

Candace just stared. She didn't say a word, not until she set the paper down on her coffee table and walked toward her bedroom. "Moooollyyyyyyyyy.." She whined like a child, disappearing into the room. "Otto is here and he won't drink his miiiiilk." If Otto followed her he'd find the woman draped over the other regardless of where she was; laying in bed, standing, sitting, it didn't matter. She was pouting and just generally acting completely immature for her age.

"I brought it for him to drink with his brownie because he was a good boy so I gave him a treat but I told him to drink it and he told me no and he was so meeeeeeeeean, Mollyyyyy. He hurt my feelings." She buried her face against Molly's neck and pretended to cry.

What was she doing? Running to Molly? Pfft. Like he was scared of Molly. It wasn't like she was his MOM or something.

Yeah. Not scared.

. . .

Otto creeped near the doorway in time to hear Molly's slurring. Something about milk and protection.

. . .

He wasn't sure if he should be worried about Molly's slurring ( not knowing she was half asleep ) or the fact she was threatening to talk to him about safe sex... as unrelated to milk as it seemed to be.

He crossed his arms. He was still so not drinking the milk.

"Ohya? Well bring it on. I could use a laugh." He said haughtily; a big, cocky grin forming on his face.

Molly had fallen back to sleep rather quickly, but Candace hovering over her and telling her that Otto needed the talk. Molly roused again…though much like before…her fair head was heavily clouded with sleep. “Okay Miz Candee.” She slurred sleepily once more…and yes. Yes it was like this she was going to give Otto a talk.

The Mist trainee clumsily rolled out of bed and stumbled her way out into the kitchen, hazel eyes heavily lidded with sleep her mop of curls looking more like a fro. She stumbled over to what she assumed was Otto…but was really a broom that was leaning against the fridge, with the bristles up. “…Okay….one…one moment…” She said to the broom. She then went about haphazardly collecting some things…in sight for the real Otto to see. She had an egg plant, a plastic sandwich baggy, and a sharp kitchen knife.

“Now…firz you…uh…” She picked up the eggplant to showed it to the broom. “Then you tak thi….” She grabbed the sandwich bag and pulled it over the eggplant. “There bag eh an' tag eh…tha iz why yuu shoul’ drin’ yehr milk…or…elz…” Molly let the eggplant drop back onto the counter, and then immediately brought up the knife and cleaved the vegetable right in two. She then put it into the plastic bag…in pieces.

She then put it into the fridge.

“Iz dinner later…” She informed with a smile.

“…Noh….tha’ iz why yuu drin’ yehr milk….or I’ll punsh yehr nose again.” She was wagging her finger at the broom now, and then patted it on its bristly head. “…Otto…bruz yehr hair…” She then stumbled back into the bed room and just planked on the bed.

Out again.

Candace did not stop laughing.