Dance? WHY!?

"Where's the geezer?"

"Ohar thever," she said, stuffing her face with a large slice of chiffon cake.

The cake piece was too big to go through her mouth, so most of it ended up stuck to her cheeks and nose. It gave her a unique look of different colors. She really likes cake, huh?

I held back my immense urge to hug her tight. After all, who wouldn't love to hug a bunny girl stuffed with cake on her face?

I went toward the direction she pointed in and without a doubt found the old man. However, unlike his claim, he wasn't shoving down pudding; instead, he was chugging down booze. 

Damn geezer.

"I thought you were going to eat pudding?"

"They ran out," he said.

His tone was sad and he looked grim.

"Oh!" 

You mean you finished all of them?

I didn't know whether to be surprised or amazed. Either way, he was something.

"Don't drink, too much and I- well spoke to the prince- or rather he spoke to me."