Title: Pink fluffy stuff
Author: Ree
Theme: Preseries - Cotton Candy
Genre: general
Version: Anime/Manga
Rating: G

I asked for their stories and this is what they told me. I can't guarantee they're the truth, you will have to ask Takeuchi Naoko, to whom they belong to.

Pink fluffy stuff

Makoto wriggled her nose underneath the loose dust mask. Her hands were clasped around her knees as she rocked back and forth. "It looks like pink cotton candy."

Senji looked over his shoulder while he braced the insulation against the wood studs. "That is because they are made by a similar process." Looking back at what he was doing, he shot staples into the paper edge and attached the batting to the two studs.

"They are?"

"Yeah, they are." Senji sank down until he was eye level with her, the staple gun clasped lightly in his gloved hands. "Cotton candy is made when you melt sugar and then push it out small holes that are spinning really fast with air blowing down on them. Fiber glass is made when you melt glass and then do basically the same thing. So one is spun sugar and the other is spun glass."

Makoto tried to understand while she watched her father pick up the next piece of fiber glass batting. There was only a couple of pieces left to go and then it would be time to put up the walls for her new room. "Why can't I help? If it is like cotton candy, it should be okay, right?"

Shu-dunk, shu-dunk. The staple gun sounded off again as Senji anchored the fiber glass into place. He sank back down facing her. "Cotton candy is made of sugar. It melts and gets all gooey, just like sugar does when it gets wet. Fiber glass is glass. That is why we are wearing masks, so little pieces of glass don't get into our lungs. I am wearing gloves so they won't get into my hands."

Understanding dawned on Makoto's face. "And I can't help because there were no gloves my size."

"Right." Senji reached for the next piece of batting.

"Can we go get pink fluffy stuff I can touch?" Green eyes shown with hope.

"Just let me finish this, then we'll get cleaned up and see if we can find some." Holding the batting up, he started stapling.

Makoto continued rocking as she watched her father finish, her mind already off finding cotton candy.