If this chapter makes no sense then I apologize. Read the author's notes at the end of the chapter if you don't get something

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Mille watched Marron walk to the sidewalk and pick up the day's mail from the mailbox through the window.

'Look at him.' Mille thought to himself. 'He hardly seems like the same person that he was a few years ago, back before Carrot and everyone else moved away. I wonder what he's thinking right now. And what does he do in his spare time anyway, besides reading and studying and talking to his brother on occasions. . ."

But Mille knew better than to pay too much attention to this because this was the norm for Marron Glaces. They'd been good friends for years now and Mille came to visit Marron often. . . Just about every other day now that he came to think about it. But lately Mille started to notice that he didn't see Marron nearly as much as he used to. Marron said that he had some "things" to attend to, But Mille knew that he wasn't being entirely truthful about the matter by the look on his face and couldn't help but fell curious as to what he was up to.

"Good morning." said Marron cheerfully as he came through the door with the mail under his arm.

Mille smiled in return. 'Hmph' he thought sourly 'If he doesn't want to tell me then so be it. It's no big deal anyway. . . There could be dozens of perfectly innocent thing that he could be doing with his spare time these days. . . And if I thought for long enough I might be able to think of what some of them might be . . . TO HELL WITH THAT just what is going on with him?'

"It's a nice morning out isn't it?" said Marron trying to start conversation.

Mille didn't answer and pretended to busy himself by checking his makeup in his compact mirror – and then he noticed the medium sized package that Marron had set on the table.

'He must have ordered another book.' he thought to himself. But this one was a lot bigger than your average textbook.

"Why the need for the big book, Marron?" Mille asked.

Marron's face suddenly paled, or rather it would have paled if it were possible for it to get any whiter than it already was. "Oh that… well… its nothing , it's just a book…"

"about what?" Mille knew that he'd hit a nerve in Marron and started to giggle.

"…..stuff……"

Marron went from pale to bright red. He tried to move the book out of Mille's reach but Mille (with his cat-like reflexes) grabbed the book before he could get it and plopped it onto his lap, and consequently almost broke his leg since it was so heavy. It was rapped in brown paper and had a little white envelope attached to it.

Mille ripped the envelope open and read a bit out loud,

"Dear mister Glaces thank-you for submitting you creative ideas. . ." Mille's voice trailed off as he read the rest of the letter. He considered it for a moment and then tore off the brown rapping on the book. It was entitled "Forbidden Fruit" and the cover was totally blank except for the large picture of a banana below the title.

"Uh Huh…" said Mille to no one in particular, He opened the book randomly and read a page. He re-read it again just to make sure that he wasn't imagining things, he read it again. He then opened it to another random page and read that page too, he had to re-read this one as well. The contents of the book were enough to make even Mille blush. He read the index the book until he found something that looked good. He opened to the page and read it. He then took a small lollypop out of a dish on the table that he was sitting at and looked at it thoughtfully. "I didn't think something like that was possible." He thought out loud.

And then Mille finally turned his attention once again to his friend who looked extremely embarrassed. There was a silence that lasted a few minutes, and then Mille finally said something to break the silence.

"… Marron… This is what you've been doing in you're spare time, correct?"

"……….."

"What exactly is this supposed to be about anyway" Asked Mille already knowing the answer, but this moment was too priceless to throw away. He also wanted an explanation.

Marron fiddled with his hair, a sure sign that he was nervous,

"Well… You know how…my wife…Chocolat…died a few years ago…"

"May she rest in peace,"

"…Well…there was this one night…during a thunderstorm you see…where we were having a 'snack' "

"Yes…" It was taking all of Mille's will power to keep from shaking. His smile was so big that it looked like the top of his head might fall off.

"And…afterwards…we talked a bit…and she said that it would be a shame…if all the things I knew about 'snacks' …would be forgotten after I died…"

"Yes…"

"So…she suggested that I write it all down…in my own book…this book… so other people could share-"

"-the experience of 'snacks' " finished Mille who almost relaxed (Key word ALMOST)

He opened the book to another page and read this one also. When he spoke next it was as if he were trying to get a vital piece of information out of a child.

"Marron. You know I've read some of the pages in this book…How many of these 'recipes' of yours have to do with actual snacks?"

Marron sighed, "If you must know…none."

"HAH, that's what I thought." Mille thought for a moment. "so where did you publish this work of art anyway my dear Marron?"

"Oh I sent it off to a publisher in Spooner City. It appears that they have sent me a copy of the finished product."

"What about royalties and…movie deals?" Mille smirked.

"Money is of no importance to me right now…" said Marron wistfully.

Mille took another look at the letter that had come with Marron's 'masterpiece' an did some mental math

"Well it's a good thing that you don't care about royalties because if I did the math right-"

"Like I said before money has no value to me because I merely satisfied knowing that I have fulfilled the wishes of my wife Cho-"

"They owe you around twenty million dollars…"

Marron froze, "Could you just say that again Mille"

"They owe you around twenty million dollars."

Marron thought about this. "That's a lot of money" He said out loud dreamily. "It must be a bestseller."

"Yes it is." Said Mille who was also thinking about it. 'Damn, who would have thought that Marron had it in him to write something like this.

'His brother would be proud.'

'HIS BROTHER!'

Mille thought about Carrot for a moment and giggled. And then he got an idea.

"So, Carrot works in Spooner City doesn't he"

"Yes, He recently became the new owner of a girls modeling agency (figures) what about it?"

"Merely a social inquiry."

"Sure Mille"

"Well then it's settled then! We're off to Spooner City"

"Yes Mille."

"We'll do some sight-seeing!"

"Yes Mille."

"Well find the publishers of your book and demand that they give you the royalties you deserve!"

"Yes Mille."

"And then maybe we'll pop in our that brother of yours and see how he's doing… (Tee Hee Hee!)"

"Yes Mille."

"And maybe we'll pop in on Tira and see how she's doing as well… (Tee Hee Hee!)

"Yes Mille"

As Mille skipped of happily to his house to go pack and make travel arrangements, Marron sighted and went up to his room. He knew there was no point to arguing with him in a situation like this. And it would be nice to see his brother again as well. But he couldn't help thinking that he was gonna live to regret this trip…

So that concludes the first chapter. And in case you're a little slow on picking things up, the book that Marron wrote has nothing to do with snacks but is in fact a sex manual, and a best-selling one at that. He got all the ideas for it while he was married to Chocolat. Please R&R cause this is my first fic ever.