Disclaimer: So that every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears.
AN: If I work really hard maybe I'll get out another chapter today.
Eight Milk Maid Caramels sat on the nightstand the next morning. The note said it would have been nearly impossible to find maids who actually milk cows, let alone fit eight of them with their cows in her room. But, if she wished, he could take her to a farm some time where she, Wanda, could learn to milk a cow. Wanda sighed; some more junior sleuthing seemed to be in order, for where there are eight Milk Maid caramels there are bound to be at least twenty more somewhere in the house. Hopefully they were in the hands of the culprit.
She tiptoed down the stairs so as not to alert her prey. Wanda looked about a moment before Pietro appeared in front of her, scaring her half to death. "Pietro, you have to learn how to walk around the house like a normal person," she snapped, "that or wear a bell around your neck."
"Fine, I'll just try harder to act "normal" around you from now on," he shrugged, taking a caramel from his pocket and unwrapping it, about to pop it in his mouth.
"Where did you get that Milk Maid?"
"Off the table," he maneuvered the caramel around in his mouth.
"But, who put them there?"
"Probably Lance," he swallowed, " He was the last one to go shopping… why do you care anyways? On a diet or something and gonna ream him out for bringing that kind of stuff into the house?"
"No," she spat before hurrying off.
Lance was in the garage, changing the oil in his jeep. "Hey, Lance, you got a minute?"
"Sure, just a second." He grabbed a rag and wiped his hands off. "Shoot," he motioned for her to go on.
"Well, this is going to sound like a strange question, but…do you like the ballet?"
"To be honest with you I've never gone to one, never had the cash to waste, y'know? Kitty's gone before though, want me to call her up for you? Ask her about proper etiquette and all that stuff?"
"No, that's okay."
"Your admirer didn't happen to give you two tickets, did he? Looking for someone to go along?"
"Nope, just one ticket…did you buy those Milk Maid Caramels?"
"Yeah, someone added them to the list. Look, Wanda, if you don't want me to bring sweets into the house any more due to some strange new obsession."
"I already have an obsession. I don't need another!"
"Well, like I said, just let me know and I'll hide the contraband so as not to tempt you."
Wanda nodded, "Thanks," she told him, "That's all I wanted to know."