So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble
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"That's kind of beautiful," Didi announced from the edge of the campfire. She'd spent a few minutes watching Puck play with the Peeps. "In a random tasty destruction sort of way. Hi."
"Wanna try?" Puck asked, holding up the box of Peeps towards her from where he was lounging against a log. Yeah, he wasn't getting up, but he could share. Especially with hot goth chicks.
"Sure," Didi decided easily, and reached in to take two bunnies -- one to eat, one to toss into the fire. "Do you think they taste better if you eat the heads first, or last?"
"Heads last. You can watch their expressions," Puck said like someone who had been eating Peeps -- despite not celebrating their affiliated religious holiday -- his whole life. "They're a little stale, though. Better right 'round Easter."
Helen was feeling restless and had been out wandering when she saw the campfire and made her way over. She had no idea what Puck was doing, but he seemed fairly happy about it.
"Peeps. They're stale so I'm burning them," Puck said by way of happy explanation. "Wanna try? Sometimes they explode but otherwise they just melt all over and they're pretty colors anyway."
"So is throwing slushies in people's faces," Puck replied nonchalantly as he threw another Peep into the fire. "Didn't care then, either. Pretty sure there's more sugar out there."
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