-Chapter 6-

The stairs were narrow and steep, carved from the rock that surrounded them. Their only light was the scattered glowing stones along the walls that left eerie shadows dancing as they moved along. There were times when the stairs had landings with hallways stretching out lined with rooms the group took time to explore. There was no telling just how long they would all be trapped here cut off from their magic and consequently food so the prospect of finding something helpful down here was too great for them to just ignore. The water they carried wouldn't last indefinitely so when their searches only turned up empty and in a dead end they returned to the never ending stairs.

"How far could we have possibly fallen," Lucy said irritated using the wall of the passageway for support. Hours they had been climbing yet there was no real way to know how much progress was being made. No one answered her and she hadn't expected them to. It didn't matter how far they had fallen down since the temple was built on a large ledge not the top of the mountain so technically they might have to climb above where they were before coming back down again. It didn't matter to Lucy that she knew all that. What mattered to her was the fact that there was a small rock in her shoe and every time they stopped so she could fish it out nothing was ever there and she needed to relieve some of her frustration before she screamed.

Maybe the evasive rock was the trial of the soul because she was pretty sure hers was screaming its outrage at invisible sharp pebbles that only exist to torment young beautiful women as some sort of great equalizer in the cosmos - as if pervy old men weren't enough of a check to her cuteness.

"Ok I know I'm whining and I know this is a stupid question but seriously, are we there yet?" an exacerbated Lucy almost wept as they climbed more stairs.

"Think of it this way Cosplayer, you're endurance training. Would you rather," Bicks paused to catch his breath, "climb these stairs or spar with Erza again." Lucy's eyes went wide. She'd managed to avoid sparring with Erza since tricking her with her Gemini stardress and knew the second she faced her friend sparring again there would be no mercy. Wendy would have to be on standby or maybe she could call out Adro to watch the match so he would be there to heal her after.

"I'll shut-up," she murmured.

"Thank the gods for that," Vander breathed out.

"Hey, I wasn't complaining that much!" she protested but knew it was a complete and utter lie forcing her to capitulate with a glower. "It's the stupid rock's fault. You both saw I was bleeding so you know it's not a lie," she changed her defense.

"Not that, and yes you were." Vander gave her a look that had her silenced for fear of a worse injury than a scratched heal. "We're at the top of the stairs and there's an open space for a change. We'll rest here to give us all a break." They each entered the room and Lucy immediately sat down near against the wall and pulled her shoe off to go searching for the pebble once again. Bickslow looked to the side where the entire wall that was filled with holes of varying sizes across its expense while Vander made his way to the door at the other end.

"Either of you see something that could open the door?" he asked seeing no handle and pushing didn't budget it an inch.

"Naw but there are some logs over here," Bickslow called out having given up on trying to figure out why someone would put a bunch of holes in a wall.

"Ah hah!" Lucy cheered holding up the torcher device that had made her shoe its home. "I found that stupid rock!" she said as she slumped fully against the wall exhausted. It was a bit surprising for the blond when she felt herself sink in farther as a horribly loud scraping sound echoed in the room. She froze as a slab of rock rolled and closed their only open exit right by her side. Lucy closed her eyes images of bugs, spikes and crushing ceilings filled her mind from when they'd had an Indiana Jones marathon. "I feel like poor Short Round. If the ceiling starts coming down to crush us I take full responsibility," she sighed hanging her head almost too tired to care that death could very well be imminent. After about 30 seconds of nothing happening they all sighed in relief.

"Well, it didn't open this door so maybe there's another hidden catch," Vander called back and Bickslow walked back to Lucy to help her up when the stone both he and Vander had previously stepped on sank about an inch. Immediately white lights flared out of the seemingly random holes in the wall and the opposite side of the room slowly inched toward them as dozens of long blades sprouted from it.

"If you're short round then Bicks is Willie!" Vander cracked a joke.

Bicks smiled, "Of the two of us who's the beautiful blond?"

"Fine I'll be Willie you can be Short Round," Lucy said and they all laughed breaking the much needed tension in what was slowly becoming a dangerous situation - very very slowly, thankfully.

"Look for clues," Lucy yelled as she quickly got on her feet jostling Adro enough to wake him up.

"What'd I miss?" the dragon asked as he saw a wall of swords crawling its way at a snail's pace toward them but his question fell on deaf ears as his master and her friends were looking around the room for something. He was so lost.

"I found more of that writing we saw earlier on the edge over here," Bickslow waved them toward him. "Adro, what's it say?"

"The chariot is the key."

"That's it?" Lucy asked and he gave her a, don't be stupid, look. "Sorry, habit," she said.

"What does it mean?" Bickslow asked - someone had too.

"If this is the Soul trial, what do souls and a chariot have in common?" Vander laid it out simply as he leaning against a wall completely at ease. Anything was better than the quite monotonous boredom they'd spent over the past few hours and he was just glad something was happening. A view Lucy and his brother obviously didn't share since it looked like they were freaking the fuck out.

"Adro?" Lucy asked as she slowly backed away from the lit wall of holes.

"Yes Princess?"

"Do those look like the stars to you?" she queried with her head slightly tipped to one side. He blinked and looked at the white lights again for the familiar patterns and smirked, well as much as a tiny dragon could smirk.

"I do believe they are."

"So that means…"

"That the chariot…"

"Refers to Augira…"

"The Charioteer," Lucy finished before quickly pointing, "There! Bickslow move to you left and lift your hand…stop. That hole right there is the star Capella."

Bickslow reached in, "There's nothing in here," he said before Vander hit him with one of the logs he'd picked up.

"Maybe we put this in the hole," he suggested blandly. Honestly they would die quicker from blood loss by the blades than being crushed by the wall. "How many stars are in the constellation?"

"Five," both Lucy and Adro stated.

"There are 5 poles so let's do as people have been doing since the beginning of time," Vander suggested with a lecherous gleam in his eye as he slid the first pole into the hole Bickslow had had his hand in. "Thanks for warming her up for me," he added getting a belly laugh from his brother who quickly picked up the 4 other poles and brought them closer to the wall waiting for more directions.

"Vander move your hand left, stop. Put the next pole in that hole," Lucy sighed. "I kind of feel like a porn director now," she frowned.

Both boys looked at her as they chuckled. The very thought of Lucy trying to direct people having sex was ridiculous. She'd probably sit in the chair, face completely red, hands covering her eyes as she stuttered out her directions.

Not letting the opportunity to have some fun and tease Lucy to pass him by Vander caressed the second hole watching Lucy direct Bickslow to the third then caught her eye. Lucy flushed brilliantly and started stuttering.

"Vander! W…w…will you j…just hurry up already?"

"Oh no my little mouse. You always have to make sure both parties are ready before penetration. Foreplay is one of my favorite things," he said as he moved his other hand suggestively over the pole Bicks had leaned against his shoulder. He watched as Lucy's milk chocolate eyes widened and her breathing stalled. 'Oh this is too good!' he thought.

It didn't take long before Bickslow joined in teasing Lucy by rubbing the tip of the log he held around the outside edge of the third hole she'd indicated earlier meeting Vander's lecherous grin with his own.

"Just hurry up and put them in," she squeaked out past her dry throat struggling to take deeper breathes.

"Now now now, just because you like it fast and hard doesn't mean everyone appreciates it," Bicks rejoined. "First rule of the Pradesh brothers when with a woman is to make sure she peaks at least once before the real fun starts!" Bickslow's tongue shot out of his mouth writhing in a lewd manner.

"Ooh Mavis!" Lucy didn't know how much more embarrassing her friends could get.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Vander lowered his voice as he slipped the second rod in place. "Next?" Vander questioned Lucy as his hand pointed at another rounded depression in the wall. He'd noticed five similar sized pockets where he and Bicks were standing and since three had already been identified as the correct placements, he was pretty sure those were the last two, but asked for confirmation just in case.

Unable to speak she nodded her head and watched as Bickslow exaggeratedly grunted thrusting his hips as he put the third piece in place. Vander smirked, the fun he could have had teaching Lucy the arts of pleasure if she'd been this relaxed and understanding with him before he saw her more as kind of a little sister; not quite like he saw Xally or Emzadi, his actual sisters. He'd never tease them like he was Lucy now, bordering on foreplay. Then again they would have just laughed at his antics and probably made their own suggestions. The closest label he could put on Lucy was sister-in-law. There had been a moment he'd actually hoped she'd even end up with Bicks but after they returned from Bosco that relationship turned more familial too.

Bicks picked up the final piece and looked to Lucy for the last hole to be verified but saw her face buried in her hands. Adro looked confused and a little concerned over his princess's distress still perched on Lucy's shoulder but confirmed the final spot for the man in her stead. They were acting oddly but since there was no real hurry he thought it was just harmless human quirks.

"Now Cosplayer this is important since you're not experienced so you should be paying better attention," the seith mage said drawing the blonde's eyes up from her hands only to see her face go slack as she saw both men grinding suggestively on the decidedly phallus shaped key pieces.

"But but but but," was all she got out more than a little horrified at their antics and not at all aroused. If she'd thought that that was their aim for even a second she'd have placed the poles herself in their decidedly different and much smaller holes.

"Oh, now you're getting way too advanced. Butt play is not something everyone enjoys and should be worked up to for a novice like you," Vander instructed with a solemn expression before his eyes turned mischievous. "Since you're such a good student I'll give you some tips though. Make sure your finger or toy is liberally lubed and start gently like this," Vander indicated to the wall as he prodded at the orifice with his makeshift shaft before easing it in.

Lucy groaned and buried her face in her hands again as she shuddered at the thought. She could have gone her whole life not knowing that little gem of knowledge!

"Ah that's what we were waiting for!" Bicks cheered as he slammed the final pole in the hole with some force. "When they've lost the ability to speak and move to incoherent noises you can let loose and take them real rough, just like you like."

Lucy made more nonsensical noises trying to express her denial, outrage and embarrassment all at once. Giving up she collapsed to the floor to wait for the end of their antics or death. Bickslow dropped to her side and put an arm around her waist pulling her toward him. "Not being able to stand after is a good sign too," he continued to advise his friend, smile firmly planted on his face as she hid hers in his shoulder.

Vander none too gently plopped down right on her lap letting Adro leap on his shoulder so he didn't get squished when he buried his face in her neck. "Some people like to cuddle afterwards but I suggest you only do that if you really like them. Cuddling can be more intimate than actually having sex."

Lucy groaned, "Vander get off you're heavy!"

Vander gasped in fake offense.

"You never tell your partner they're fat even if they are," Bickslow reprimanded Lucy.

"Shut-up," she wheezed. "He's almost a foot taller than me and pure muscle which weighs more than fat!"

"And don't you forget it," Vander chuckled as he got up pulling Lucy with him. He turned them both before sitting back down next to his brother setting Lucy across both of their laps. "Now rest little mouse, it'll be a while before that wall is anywhere near us."

Sighing Lucy snuggled further into her friends, now bed, and closed her eyes. It was only a moment later when she felt little Adro wrap around her neck again but she stiffened when his narrow serpent-like head pushed into her cleavage.

"Hey," Lucy said as she pulled him out from between her breasts.

"What," he looked at her innocently.

"What do you think you were doing?"

"Muffling that horrible grinding noise," he blinked and looked at her like she was the crazy one. "The sound is grating and I wanted to nap with you."

"Not between my breasts you don't." At his continued confusion she shook her head and handed Adro to Vander while she moved completely onto Bickslow. "You were going to be a Sudepah. You explain it to him."

"What's a Sudepah?" the young dragon asked.

"They are the teachers of Boscan culture and human pleasure," Vander answered simply setting his now pupil on his shoulder. Hell, it would pass the time.

"And why would that mean anything?"

Vander started speaking to his charge so softly his voice didn't carry clearly with the rumbling grind of the stone moving across the floor. It was true that he'd wanted to be a Sudepah; had even trained for 4 years starting when he was 11. He physically wasn't able to have a proper erection until he hit puberty at 13, but that hadn't stopped him from learning to use so much of himself to elicit ecstasy in others. He was 15 and had another 2 years to go to finish his training when the Steel Council got their claws into his young body. The law indicating any mage registered in a wizarding guild must serve in the military gave the government all the leverage it needed to "recruit" him, Vander internally scoffed as that word played through his mind, into their service. He'd only joined White Sea in the first place because he needed help training his shadow-quip magic not to become a virtually undetectable spy and assassin. His magic was one of a kind nowadays and with his looks and sexual preferences, i.e. none, there was no way the Steel Council would let him slip through their fingers. Since the magic in his eyes was even more dangerous than most could ever imagine it hadn't been an option for him to stay unregistered and outside of a guild so he could learn to control it. There was no way he would let another tragedy in his life happen because of it.

By 17 he was made a Blood Hunter, an official government assassin. Some of the killing he was more than fine with, some people just deserved to die, but other "assignments" were nothing more than political moves to make negotiations easier for all sorts of things. Those hits tore at his soul giving him nightmares and had been for the last 5 years. It's why Kaleb transferred him to Fairy Tail to monitor the White Sea training system they'd setup for them instead of someone more familiar with its ins and outs. Over the last year, his father and brother, Farron, had finally gotten enough leverage to use against the Steel Council to get him out of their service but they needed a legitimate reason to keep him away from the council until all the paperwork was signed and in order. Who knew what assignment the Steel Council would come up with knowing it would be his last one. He knew his father was concerned it would be something next to impossible since they'd willing risk losing an asset like him now - he was going to be lost to them either way.

He continued his instructions to his young charge on human erogenous zones, apparently the little dragon knew a lot about sex in theory just not the human variety, as his thoughts turned to something more pleasant.

His father and Farron had gotten Bickslow off of Bosco's most wanted list a while ago but with his recent involvement in capturing and returning Travis Wemple back to Bosco, they're pretty sure they can get him pardoned completely soon so he can more freely come home to visit.

-DTRE-

Lucy couldn't hear the conversation between Vander and her spirit, didn't want to hear the conversation, but by the surprised gasps and entranced look in her spirit's eyes she deduced that it had to be more than what she felt was necessary. It took more than 20 minutes until the four of them were pressed to the wall to avoid being stabbed by the long swords in the moving wall when the poles pressed what had to of been the release mechanism. With a small click suddenly the blades retracted and their exit opened up. Everyone quickly made their way out of the room, anxious to finish with their last trial and get this job done.

Vander lead the group again along another hall but this one had several rooms that branched off of it and they checked each one for possible exits or the last challenge. Most were pretty much empty like the rooms they'd seen before – bits of broken pottery or furniture left behind when the temple had been abandoned. The room at the very end of the hall looked like a ritualistic room. It had an altar in the center and faded tapestries along the walls. The doors all closed but none of the mages reacted; each frozen staring blankly in front of them.

-DTRE-

Bickslow blinked as he suddenly found himself on a porch with a key in the door. Confused he turned the lock and walked in. The home, because it felt too warm and welcoming to be a house, had a shoe stand off to the side and a pile of mail on a table with a small basket. Bickslow read the top letter and was surprised it read, To Mr. and Mrs. Bickslow Pradesh. Placing the keys in the basket and kicking off his shoes, he looked around and saw photos lining the entryway but before he got a good look at who his supposed wife was he heard a small voice scream something he'd longed for but had very little hope he would ever be.

"Daddy!" a little girl's voice cheered again this time followed by a little girl with blue-black hair pulled up in pigtails wearing a pink frilly dress running around the corner and jumping into his arms. "You're home Daddy," she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Mommy and I made a surprise for you," she stopped and wiped the tears streaming down his face; her big brown eyes wide and concerned. "Why are you crying Daddy?"

"No reason baby," he choked out and hugged his little girl closer as he peppered kisses all over face. "I'm just happy to see you."

"Bickslow?" a familiar woman's voice called he couldn't place since he was too focused on the little giggles his daughter was making as he tickled her sides and kissed her. "Oh, there you are. Dinner's ready, I made cake for dessert."

Bickslow looked up and saw long shapely legs, wide hips, a thin waist, large breasts and scarlet red hair. "Amazon?"

She giggled. He blinked, yes, Erza Scarlet just made the cutest sound known to man outside his daughter's giggles. "I think I prefer my other nick-name thank you," she said taking the little girl from his arms and set her back down on the ground. "Rokaia, go get cleaned up for dinner while I greet Daddy ok?"

"Ok Mommy," she chirped and raced up the stairs.

"Now, where's my kiss?" Erza said as she slipped her hands around Bickslow's waist pulling him close. The kiss was quick and chaste mostly because Bickslow just stood there in shock. "Oh come on moje láska. I know you can do better than that." Bickslow blinked and pulled Erza in close as he pressed into her. His desire soared when he heard her calling him my love in Boscan. He didn't care if this was real anymore. Here he had everything he ever wanted and with a person he had never truly considered before. He pushed her against a wall and slanted his mouth to deepen the kiss.

-DTRE-

Lucy blinked and suddenly found herself sitting in a small café holding a latte in her hands. She was confused at the sudden change of scenery and took in everything around her. There was another drink at the small table she was sitting at in front of the empty seat. Still confused she sipped her drink and waited. If this was an illusion she was going to be ready for the shoe to drop. A feeling she couldn't explain kept her rooted to her chair though. It was like she knew that if she waited there long enough something good was going to happen.

"How's your drink?" a deep voice asked causing Lucy to look up quickly to make sure she wasn't hearing things. She saw a blond, tall middle-aged man in a suit take the seat right across from her. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you," he said as he picked up his own steaming coffee and blew gently before taking a drink.

"Father…, sorry it's delicious," was all she could think to say. She knew her father was dead but here he was sitting next to her. His eyes were warm and radiated with a love that she had almost forgotten they could and she was lost. They slipped into stories about her latest adventures as a mage and novel she was working on was about. He listened intently, asked more questions and even gave her ideas on what to do with her savings instead of just letting it sit there in her account doing no one any good. This was all she'd ever wished for growing up.

-DTRE-

Adro looked around in confusion. He'd already tried calling out to each of them, nudging them, he even tried biting Bixlow's ear but nothing he did got a reaction. He was worried now. A poisonous gas was filing the room and he still couldn't access his magic to heal them in here. Bickslow and Lucy both had happy dreamy expressions on their faces but Vander looked like he was in pain.

Flying back over to him, hoping he would be the most likely to hear him he dug his claws into his shoulder and screamed into his ear. "Vander! Can you hear me? You need to wake up!"

-DTRE-

Vander looked out at the Grass Sea from one of the many floating islands. He just couldn't understand how he had gotten here. "It must be some sort of illusion," he said out loud just to hear something other than the natural quiet that existed on the living sea.

"Not so much an illusion but a pathway to your heart's greatest desire," a woman's voice answered from behind him. Quickly turning and ready to fight, Vander fell to his knees when he saw a woman that looked just like him only with dark brown eyes like chocolate.

"You're dead," he said trying to calm his racing heart.

"Yes, I am little one." She walked up to him and knelt before him.

"How?"

"I don't know the magic that brought you to me but I do know you can't stay here."

"What, why?" he cried out wrapping his mother tightly in his arms. She felt real, she even smelled like he remembered bergamot and cardamom.

"You and your friends are still in danger. The room you were in sealed and is slowly filling up with poisonous gas. You will all die if you stay," she said sadly.

"How do you know?" he asked burying his face in her neck.

"The God Apollo came to me earlier and told me this would happen. He said you would come and that I would get to see you. He asked me to help you prepare for what will come next."

Vander's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "But why the poison then, why the danger if this is to help us?" She pulled away far enough to meet with his eyes, his father's eyes.

"Would you ever leave here if there wasn't?" He chuckled humorlessly.

"Honestly? No," Vander said then clasped her tighter. "How are you supposed to help me?"

"You carry too much guilt." Running her fingers through the tail of his hair she added, "You need forgiveness."

"You know better than anyone I can't be forgiven, not for what I did." His shoulders slumped and he clung onto his long since passed mother as his only support.

"Oh? What exactly did you do?" his mother lifted his chin, expression open and waiting.

"I killed you! Everyone in our clan was killed because of me! I should have died that day too. I don't deserve a future when I was the reason so many lost theirs," he cried for the first time since that awful day.

"You did not kill me!" she said firmly, eyes hard. "You called your magic to defend me when that man tried to rape and kill me after killing your father. You had no control and the void creatures took advantage of your fear and youth," she said kissing his tear stained cheeks. "Others started that war for greed and power before they even knew you existed. Their actions would have been the same even without you. You became their excuse, nothing else. Our clan fought and died to protect their homes and families – nothing is more honorable." She pulled him closer. "Yes, both sides all died in the final blast, but you survived. We won and you are our victory. Every day you live, everything you achieve, you honor us all." She pulled her little boy back into her arms and stroked his hair. "None of that is your fault. You need to forgive yourself and open your heart to live for us all. Show the world the pride of our clan, do not let it disappear completely."

"Momma!" he cried again, burying his face on her chest. She gently rocked him and hummed what was once his favorite lullaby until he slowly calmed down.

"Now little one you must leave before it is too late," she said lifting his face and wiping away the last tears. "There is a crank in the altar. You must lift the top off to find it. It will clear the poison and then push in the antidote."

Nodding Vander got back to his feet helping his mother as well. Kissing her temple he whispered, "I love you always," then turned to face the sea again. He knew if he continued to look at her he would never leave until death kept him here permanently.

"Live and love moje láska," was the last thing he heard before he stepped out onto the grass of the sea.

"I will," he vowed quietly. As quickly as that, he was back in the ritual room with someone yelling in his ear.

"What?" he yelled back causing him to cough violently. His lungs burned. Remembering his mother's directions he walked quickly to the altar lifting the top.

"I was just trying to wake you up. Princess and Bickslow are still out and as you can see there's poison everywhere. What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he said as he finished turning the metal wheel as far as it would go. Small windows opened low in the walls and a lighter mist flowed from the ceiling pushing the poison out. Vander took a deep breath of the mist and immediately felt the searing pain in his lungs calm.

"You? How?"

"Divine intervention," he shrugged and made his way to his brother and friend. "How about we see if they wake up now?" Adro quickly flew to Lucy and rubbed his head on her cheek affectionately and gently called her name. Vander lifted his arm and winced, his shoulder felt like he'd been stabbed. Looking down he saw 4 small punctures in his leather armor jerkin and small rivulets leading away from each. Glaring at the little monster he said, "Did you have to make me bleed?"

"Sorry, I tried everything else I could think of before that," the young dragon responded before turning back to Lucy and rumbling a comforting growl to try to wake her. Sighing, Vander highly doubted Adro had tried doing that with anyone other than Lucy. He turned to his brother and smacked him on the back of his head.

"Wake up you lazy ass, we have a job still to finish."

"Huh?" Bicks said as he blinked repeatedly trying to bring the room into focus. "That…" he took a deep breath, "That was just a dream?" Vander saw the hurt look in his brother's eyes, like his world had been crushed right in front of him. Before he could answer Lucy did.

"No," she said simply; her voice cracked with the emotions evident in her eyes. "I don't know how but it was real. I learned things, things about my father and why…why he became who he was after my mother died." Lucy made her way over and pulled both men into a hug, tears streaming down her face. "Reasons I would have never imagined. It was him so whatever you saw was real," she said but felt Bicks tense up more, "or will be," she guessed. The tension in Bickslow released slightly but he held them tighter.

He wasn't sure what Lucy and his brother saw, but if Lucy believes it was real, and Vander wasn't denying it, he had to have some hope.

They stayed in the center of the room clinging to each other and breathing in the white mist until they heard another click and thud.

Bright light appeared from an opening side door and the group of mages and dragon relaxed at the first sign of natural light since that morning.

-End Chapter-

Finally the trials are over. I was inspired by Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom with Harrison Ford (love him!), obviously, as well as a show on the Syfy network here in the States called Warehouse 13, the play Oedipus by Sophocles, the book series The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher and finally the movie The Librarian with Noah Wyle.

I wanted to give a shout out to them because they are all favorites and they actually came to mind while I was writing different portions of the last 2 chapters specifically so it was only fair you know where I stole, gasp, the ideas from. I'm so very naughty!

Oh and if anyone recognized mélange from the V-Day chapter that was from the book Dune by Frank Herbert.

For those who don't know this is a good summary I pulled from Wikipedia:

Melange (/meɪˈlɑːndʒ/ or /meɪˈlɑːnʒ/),[1] often referred to as simply "the spice", is the name of the fictional drug central to the Dune series.

In the series, the most essential and valuable commodity in the universe is melange, a drug that gives the user a longer life span, greater vitality, and heightened awareness; it can also unlock prescience in some humans, depending upon the dosage and the consumer's physiology. This prescience-enhancing property makes safe and accurate interstellar travel possible. Melange comes with a steep price, however: it is addictive, and withdrawal is fatal.

I thought it would be funny to name a pastry after it because sometimes I feel they are just as addictive. Can you imagine a little éclair but with a lightly sweet spiced cream instead of custard? Yeah maybe I should invent that…Unless anyone out there knows of something like it? Let me know!