It was just a short time ago that Pudding lay on her sofa, dreaming about the first time she had ever met Taruto, when she was dragged out the dream by her hair as the phone rang in her eardrums. She sounded slightly pissed as she said "Hello, Fong residence… Mrs Fong? Oh no, she passed away a while back. Yes I am the oldest. My name? Pudding Fong. News? Erm… WHAT?!!" Pudding let the phone fall to the floor with a loud crack as she tried to swallow the wails rising in her throat. Finally a loud scream erupted from her mouth and she flung herself on the sofa as a steady flow of tears streamed down her delicate pink cheeks. "Not this, na no da!! Not now!"
At the funeral later, Pudding had seen Taruto and had her arms wrapped around him, wailing like a ghost, and Tart was scared out of his nine-year-old brain. He had never seen Pudding cry and he desperately wanted to hold her and calm her down. After awhile, he gave in to his emotions and gently put his arms around her shoulders, gradually tightening his grip to a comforting squeeze.