Calamity

          True, true, can’t argue with that.

[ she finds a spoon to dig into the pudding with when she glances towards him, spoon levitating with a piece of pudding at the ready. ]

[ eyes wide open, looking straight at her with complete horror showing up on his face. and just a tiny little screech. ]

          That’s my job.

           A change on the roles never really harmed anyone.            Although I must add, I made that myself... I don't know if it's any good.

Hah, not /that/ little today so that sentence is invalid.

Pulling herself up off the kitchen floor she waddles her way over to the door, opening it with a laugh. Not that little, but still little — and dusted in random patches of flour and icing.

          “Hello, hello.”

              "Am I gonna have to clean you up?"

Of course you do, that's why one makes a long story short. For the ~mystery and intrigue~

Such a mysterious little thing you are.