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[puckishly]

Puck is perched on the edge of a table, legs swinging idly. He is regarding the apple in his hand with a mixture of wariness and speculation.

Come join him as he learns a valuable lesson about friendship!

(Namely: What it tastes like.)

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[mmquitecontrary]

There is a small girl regarding Puck, with a mixture of wariness and suspicion.

Oh yeah. And dislike. That too.

[puckishly]

Puck's eyebrows arch.

He remembers her. Ohhhh, yes.

[mmquitecontrary]

It seems fairly evident that she remembers him too, from the way she's scowling.

Only people who know Puck have a reason to scowl at him like that.

[puckishly]

Puck smiles in a perfectly friendly manner.

"If you seek to wash out the taste of vinegar, I may have a recommendation or two."