With that thought in mind, you approached an elf and spoke in demon language.
"Candy is a boy."
The expected surprise did not materialize. The elf, as if bewitched, continued to cradle his apple, never taking his eyes off the little yellow cap, muttering under his breath.
"The Candy Goddess gave me a Peace Festival gift..."
You kept whispering.
"Your Candy Goddess is a boy."
"Candy Goddess..."
"Is a boy, you know."
"I don't believe it, I'm not listening, I didn't see! Miss Candy is my goddess!"
This batch of elves was beyond saving, truly beyond saving.
After making a round, Candy's basket was filled to the brim, except for the first reciprocating gift they gave him. Before leaving, Candy energetically bid them farewell.
"Please everyone, work hard. Everyone is looking forward to your apples. I am too."
"Okay! For Miss Candy! We'll work seriously!"
"I live for the Candy Goddess!"