Tired. So damn tired.
Leaning against a cliff wall well away from the spaceport, Axel rubbed his eyes. You could only keep going on Potions and Ethers so long. Sooner or later, even a Nobody’s body had to crash.
Sneak into town, grab some real food… their security system still glitches on Nobodies, I can blank the video feeds so the Committee never lays eyes on me-
Is that chocolate?
There are some things no man or Nobody was meant to resist. A double-chocolate chip cookie on a napkin, sitting on a small rock in plain view, was one of them.
Um. Obvious trap?
Then again, he wasn’t smelling any magic besides a little housewife-charm on the napkin to persuade ants to picnic elsewhere. And Vexen’s idea of proper experimental meals had made him pretty much immune to any mere food-based poison.
Besides. Chocolate. Sure, there were plenty of poisoned foods across the Worlds. Maleficent and her apples, Rasputin and his wine, and who knew what Ursula had done to poor, innocent sushi. But chocolate? Tamper with that, and you’d have half the Multiverse – Heroines and Villainesses – after your hide. It just wasn’t worth it.
With a mental shrug, Axel nabbed, and munched.
Oooh man. Hot!
Immune to poison, Axel decided, plucking a bottle of water out of subspace, did not mean immune to habanero.
A/N: Someone please tell me if there’s a good way to make gluten-free cookies with habanero….