1x2x3x4x5 sap

"All right, Quatre," Trowa began, holding up a flashcard for the chibi seated in front of him to recite the answer of. "What is 1x2?"

"Two!" Quatre exclaimed happily, throwing up his hands in excitement.

"And what is 1x3?"

"Three!"

"And 1x4?"

"Four!"

"1x5?"

"Five!"

"Amazing math skills, Quatre," Trowa commended. "What have you learned?"

"That Heero isn't much of a lover!"

"Good, good. What is 2x3?"

"Six!"

"How do you feel about tackling a really hard one, Quatre?"

The chibi clapped his hands together in child-like jubilation. His smile could have melted peppermints.

"Very well. What is 1x2x3x4x5?"

Chibi Quatre gasped in shock. "You can do that, Uncle Trowa?"

"It's called an orgy, Quatre, do the math."

Quatre's eyes screwed up tight and his whole face took on a puckered expression until it looked as if he'd died of lemon juice intake. The think power was over whelming. "A hundred?" he finally wondered uncertainly.

"No."

"Two hundred?"

"No."

Quatre got up onto his tiny chubby legs to pace (or totter) about until he got the answer. Sadly, he tripped on his own cute little feet and went reeling into a rubber tree plant that had materialized purely for the excitement of being in this fic.

"Ah! No, Quatre! Ick! Now you're covered in sap!"

"Eewy-goowy, Uncle Trowa!"