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“So it wasn't until they were standing on ice-crisp grass in a spectacular winter garden that he noticed what Sylvie was holding.
She blinked placidly as she gave Gaston-Dominic a pat on his mullet.
"Unless you're planning to eat that," he said, "you'd better not be taking it in the car."
Her look was drenched with pity for his poor struggling wits.
"Obviously, I'm taking it in the car." She smiled beatifically at it. "I'm going to put it in the kitchens at Sugar Fair as our new mascot."
Before he could voice one of several comments on that, she reached into her bag and pulled out another item she'd purloined from the tables. It was a pink sugar Cadillac, reasonably identifiable and Emma's one real success today.
Carefully, she propped up G-D in it.
"What--"
"How else is he going to get around with those teeny legs?"
Absolute last straw.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal