Twenty Two Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler is not really all that troubled about the recent ageing events. After all, he already knows he's going to live to be an old man, and honestly he's glad he's not a complete jabbering wreck as an old guy. Given his decades of solitude, it seems he won't turn out all that bad.

So, he's making pancakes in the little kitchen in his room, his journal open to one side as he cooks. Of course, any good chef knows that you need a great song when you're making a breakfast concoction ]

♫ Just mix your flour, baking powder
Add salt and sugar
Sift twice into a bowl
In another beat together eggs and butter
Add in milk and your on your way to
Mallow pancakes, makin' mallow pancakes
I get some mallows and I put 'em in a pancake
Mallow pancakes that's what it's gonna make
Mallow pancaaaakes ♫

[Look, it's a rare moment of the Once-ler being happy about something. Someone should ruin that. Or stop him from putting himself into a sugar coma. Either or]

Comments

[kalinda]

Yeah, I... [SIGH.] Was on a loss where I was a teenager for a day. In detention, of all things.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He casts her a vaguely amused expression at that] Detention? In a place where there's no school? You must have tried really hard.

[kalinda]

Well, I was always a miscreant. [>)] Surprise.

[whichwayyoulean]

You know? I think I could seriously buy that.

[kalinda]

What could have possibly given me away?

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh, there's been a subtle hint here and there.

Anyway! I have delicious pancakes to share with you.