"Where are we going, sir?" I asked. A bit of fear crept up on me as we moved on.

"Don't ask so many questions, my dear young lady, the answers won't get you anywhere."

I wasn't even going to ask what that meant in reality, since I feared the answer more than I did my question. He brought me down a long hall, and into a door with an appropriate little label, 'Kitchen'.

"What the…" I said, spotting the little blue-haired man.

"Why, Mr. Wonka, you have a visitor this evening?" the little man said in a high pitched teasing voice, "you never have visitors."

"I know that, but she came here. I didn't ask her to, she just… did." I wasn't quite sure if he meant that offensively, but that's how I took it.

"Um, excuse me, but…"

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry if I offended you. That isn't how I meant to say it."

I was instantly calmed by the way he said that, and had no choice but to forgive him for it. "No, sir, it's my mistake to take it that way."

He crouched down to the little man and whispered something in his ear. He motioned to me to sit down at a nearby table and chairs that seemed to have appeared behind me. As soon as I did, he did too.

"So, what do you eat?"

I was rather surprised that he asked me that, and I wasn't sure what to answer with. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Since you cannot buy your food, do people give it to you?"

"Well, not really. I ask people for anything, anything at all, but I never get anything in return. The only money I have I find on the sidewalk or out in the street. And, the only possessions I have I keep in here…" I pulled out the small box that I had carved the 'W' in the top of, to show it to him.

He looked at it very carefully for a while. He seemed to be thinking about something very thoroughly, but not wanting to show it. He opened his mouth to speak, but then decided not to and kept examining the small wooden box. "This is very good." He finally said.

"Good, sir?"

"Why yes! You carved my W absolutely perfectly! But how did you know to make it like this?"

I had to think a while about that comment, but then realized that the box of chocolates was none other than Wonka chocolate, which was very popular in the city. "Why thank you, sir. I'm very proud of it. Those are my most prized possessions in there."

"Of course!" he said, seeming reluctant to open it for fear of being scolded. I could tell that he was just dying to, but set it down and left it there.

"Sir, you can open it if you want to."

He gently picked it up and stared at it again. He handled it with so much care, it seemed, that I thought he was going to drop it. He slowly opened the top and revealed the purple velvet interior. The bottom of the box was lined with a few quarters, and a dime. Also in it was a golden ribbon, a silver chain, a bottle cap, and resting on top of all of it was a perfectly round chocolate with that signature W printed in the top.

"Where did you get this from?" he asked in a very non-meaningful tone, "this is one of mine."

"I know, sir. You see, this man walked by me one day, but then walked by me again! It was so strange. The second time, he stopped, handed me the box of chocolates, and walked away. He didn't speak, he just came and went. He had the most beautiful blue eyes…" at that point, I became lost in my own thoughts and memories, and became unconscious to the world around me.

"Ah, it's here."

I was startled out of my wonderful trance-like state to see a dome-covered silver plate. "My dear young lady, I think you will like this."