| Chapter 19 |
| Chaco watched open mouthed and wide eyed as the food flew. Before him was an animal...a ravenous animal ripping through the baked goods like a hurricane. A piece of cinnamon bun...at least he hoped it was a cinnamon bun...splatted into his hair and stuck there. Spotting an unguarded doughnut he foolishly reached for it. Before he could get to it, a small hand snaked out of the whirlwind of flying food, smacking his hand away and taking the doughnut. Then...as soon as it had started, the hurricane stopped. Leli sat back, patting her full tummy and sighing in contentment. There was a single, solitary danish left on the table and the two of them eyed it warily, trying to predict their opponent's next move. Chaco dashed forward, but he just wasn't fast enough. Leli moved, quick as lightning, snatching the danish and holding up to her mouth. Chaco watched the danish hungrily...his stomach started to growl. Leli stopped, danish mere inches from her open mouth and looked sideways at Chaco. "What was that?" She asked. "My stomach..." Chaco whined as pathetically as he could. "Come on, Tart...give a poor Winger 'is dying wish..." "And what would your dying wish be?" Leli taunted. "....Danish..." Chaco gasped like he was in the dessert and needed water. Leli softened a little and handed him the danish. "Here you are...don't say I never gave you anything. And besides...if I ate another bite I'd probably turn into a blimp." "And it would make a difference?" Chaco teased, tossing the danish into his mouth. "Hey!" Leli stood up, slamming her hand on the table. Chaco swallowed his danish and winked at her. "C'mon, Tart. Let's go see what yer friend is up ta." He disappeared out the door. "Stupid Winger..." Leli complained, following after him. "See if I ever give him a danish again." |