Jumping from a giant candy mushroom, Lily tumbled through the grass. Wonka watched her from the bridge; she was like an eager five year old, running around without the slightest clue or care as to what she was trying to do. He was beginning to like this girl; she took his mind away from Charlie.

Lily, meanwhile, peaked out of a particularly tall area of candy grass, stalkingly, and suddenly pounced on an odd, reddish vine. When she didn't come up for air, Wonka began to watch more intently.

Soon, he heard a gagging sound.

Not again, he thought, as he rushed down the path. Just as he neared, Lily popped back up and shook her head wildly, a disgusted look on her face.

"Your face will get stuck like that."

She looked at him. "That was disgusting."

"Noticably," He said, then he caught himself. "Wait, you don't...like it?"

"No, yuck."

In that moment, Willy Wonka felt his entire world tumbling down. His face fell. He looked absentmindedly at the ground. He began to walk off.

"Wait! Where are you going? Jeeze! It's not like YOU made the candy!"

Wonka stopped.

"Or...did you..Will?" She paused. "Of course! Will...Willy! Willy Wonka!"

He looked at her over his shoulder. His eyes looked wet.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you'd have guessed. And you did. I was right."

She glared at him.

"Honestly, wasn't the completely edible candy room a bit of a tip off?" He said sarcastically.

She pouted, and looked away. "Not all of it. That was nasty...it was gum...it tasted like raddishes. Chewing gum is really gross."

"Chewing gum I hate the most." Wonka's eyes lit up and he looked at her. He hadn't said any sort of rhyme since...since Charlie. He remembered clearly when he made that rhyme first in front of the boy...he even remembered the last rhyme he made. He spaced out while looking in Lily's chocolate eyes.

Charlie and Willy Wonka sat in the Television room, playing poker for butterscotches with two Oompa Loompas, discussing new candies that popped into Wonka's head as they happened.

"I'm gunna beat all of you!" Shouted Charlie in mock crazed rage. "Ahaha!"

The Oompa Loompas just looked at each other, and went back to the seven cards in their hands.

Wonka, however, didn't take it so nonchalantly.

"Though they can make right dark splotches, I will win those butterscotches."

It wasn't his best...but-

"WILL!" Lily interrupted his daydream. "What the heck..?"

"I'm sorry, I was experiencing a flashback," He said in a very wind-up doll voice. Lily looked at him.

"MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE," Wonka suddenly yelled, then walked away as if he was completely normal.

Lily just stared at him with a face rather unattractively contorted in confusion.