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"You don't always have to be good"
Ton found Penny and Imp under the table, the cake between them as they shovelled handfuls into their mouths. It had been one for some Babs thing … a new perfume or something, they all sort of ran together these days with Taddy even asking her to slow down. She didn't need the money but did need to start making her own space if she was really going to do the wedding thing and kids and stuff.
Taddy was right.
I mean … he's Taddy.
Pink and silver frosting everywhere, they looked like wild chipmunks with their cheeks full, frosting everywhere and giggling like little squeaks.
"Oh my god!" he gasped "What in the name of painted chicken feet are you doing!"
"Tadda said to Daddy that it was time for it to go to those chickens of yours" Imp said around his food, emboldened as Taddy was not there to scold for such a piggy thing.
"But … it's still good" Ton frowned as he settled on the floor to sample some.
"Apparently fresh cake is coming at the weekend for something" Penny said with big eyes, Ton thinking about it then nodding.
"Yah, that's right. It's one of their wedding anniversaries. I almost forgot, I did put the order in last week. It's going to be epic. So. This one is not needed, shame to give it all to my birds though, the sugar rush will make them madder than usual. Er. I think you have the right idea. We will eat what we can then let the birds go mad."
"Sounds like a plan" Penny said, then sobered "But is it bad? Grandy said to give it to them, not to eat some."
"Did he say not to eat any?" Imp argued and they all thought for a moment, then grinned.
A loophole.
Good enough.
Yum
Cake!