Lottie Morgan decided to visit her Uncle Andrew and his family at Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Little did she know that she was about to enter a magical, delectable world and capture the heart of the sweetest of men.

"All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost."

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, 1954

Based on the 2005 Tim Burton film, starring Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka.

Mrs. and Mrs. Bucket had gone with Charlie to open house at his school. The four grandparents were in the cottage just across the chocolate room. Grandpa George and Joe had their noses pressed up against the cottage window, intently watching the pair across the room by the waterfall.

"Boys, come away from the window," said Josephine.

"She could do worse, I suppose," said Grandpa George grudginingly. "She is 30 – and I'd rather not have her become an old maid if she can help it – even if it is to Wonka."

"Mr. Wonka would be a wonderful catch," said Joe admiringly. "I used to work for him, you know, on Cherry Street..."

"Well, he could definitely take care of her, but what kind of father would he be? Women have to think about this sort of thing, ya know. Is he mature enough?"

"Well, he's nice to Charlie, isn't he?" said Joe.

"How do you even know that Mr. Wonka is interested in Lottie?" asked Josephine.

"Of course, he likes her! Look at him," said Grandpa George. "I was once young myself, ya know. " George thought to himself for a minute. "Better keep an eye on him."

"Look here, how do were even know that she's interested in him?"

"Look at her." All three grandparents peered out the window at the pair by the waterfall.

"Well, maybe she could do something with his hair," said Josephine.

"Or something," muttered Grandpa George.

"But, listen, I don't think we should push them into it – yet," said Joe. "Mr. Wonka wouldn't like it."

"You're right, dear," said Josephine. "If it's meant to be than it will be without too much interfering."

"Quite right," Grandpa George nodded and looked out the window again.

"Wait up!" he said, "She's coming back."

All three grandparents hurried back to the table and picked up their cards. Lottie, absent-mindedly walking into the cottage.

"Did you have a nice time with Mr. Wonka, sweetheart?" asked Grandpa George.

"Yes grandpa," said Lottie, giving him a peck on his cheek. "How have you all been?"

"Oh, just fine, honey," said George. "Sit down over here and play cards with us."

Lottie made sure that Grandma Georgina was alright, and then sat down at the table with the three others.

"Oh, you looked flushed, dear," said Josephine. "Are you alright? Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please."

"Well," said Joe, "what do you think of Mr. Wonka?"

All three of them waited expectedly at Lottie to answer.

"Well," she stammered, "I think he's very sweet."

"Well, he is a chocolateer!" said Joe. "I used to work for him, you know, on Cherry Street. I was a younger man in those days, and …"

Josephine looked at her. "Lottie, don't you find that he's a bit of a, um…what's the word…"

"nut job?" said Grandpa George.

"Actually, eccentric was the word I was looking for, George," said Josephine.

Lottie blushed and took a sip of tea.

"Ya know," causally announced Grandpa George, "I was just reading the other day in one of them magazines your aunt gets that he's considered quite a catch – "one of this year's most eligible bachelors," I believe it said."

Lottie suddenly began choking on her tea and sputtered.

"George, don't kill her!" said Joe.

"I'm only saying that he'd be a good catch for someone, I shouldn't wonder."

Lottie struggled to stop coughing and asked, "When do you think they'll be back?"

"Not too much longer..."

Lottie got up from the table. "Well, I think I'll turn in for the night." She went to kiss Grandma Georgina in the bed and went back to the table.

"'Night, Grandpa," she said, hugging George, who had gone to sit on the bed with her grandmother.

"'Night, sweetie."

Lottie walked up the stairs of the little cottage. "'Night, everyone!"

"'Night, Lottie!."

Lottie lay down on the little mattress on the floor of Charlie's room. Now, Charlie's room, you understand, was decorated in a classic "Wonka-chic" style, with candy wrappers on the walls, candy bars decorated on his blankets, and a big picture of the chocolateer himself hanging on the wall. As she lay there in this unholy shrine to chocolate, a thought came to her mind. "Sugar stars, indeed!" said she, smiling, as she drifted off to sleep.