OK! I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! (It's because of this huge fiasco about a mouse and a movie theatre. Email me if you want to know) so to make it up to you guys (who I love so dearly) I…uh, have no idea how to make it up to you, but I'll think of something!

Disclaimer: I own nothing; I make no money, et cetera, et cetera.

PS- Malice or Chaos has changed her name! Its now renegade chaos, so go read her QfC fic!

Febuary 8th

Dear Diary,

And Wonka was true to his word. His hands did stay off mine…however, now he insists on prying into my life! I should have known this was what he meant by "Getting to know me."

So, I get into work the day after the "hand" incident (as it shall henceforth be referred to as) and the first thing he does is bombard me with questions! Where was I born, who were my parents, what did I eat from the age of 0 – 2, it was maddening! The day after that was not much better. How did the encounter go, you ask? (Someday I will realize that you are not asking, my diary, and probably do not even want your pages to be filled with this drabble, however, you must get over it, because I will not stop writing now. It has become a habit.) Well it went like this.

I walked into the invention room and had just put my coat on the back of my chair (there are only 2 chairs in the whole inventing room. Mine, which is stationary in front of a table, and Mr. Wonka's, which has wheels so he may move from machine to machine, or use it to launch himself down the hallway for fun, but I'll tell you about that another time…) when in comes Mr. Wonka muttering something about a new candy invention. Rotten draguo feather or something, I didn't want to know, when he spotted my coat, thus spotting me. Without even saying 'hello' he launched into an array of words spoken so quickly I couldn't understand at all..

"Slow down Mr. Wonka! I can't understand a word you're saying!" I said loudly so he could hear me over his incessant questioning. He stopped and looked up at me, blinking one, then again.

"Alright, start again, from the beginning," I stated, "slowly!" I said quickly when he began to speak as quickly as before. He stopped again, with his mouth still open, a rather cute action if you ask me, then began to speak again.

"Where were you born?" he asked.

This threw me for a loop. It was not what I had expected first thing when I got to work, however, without thinking, I answered,

"Here, of course."

"Where did you live?"

And again, I answered without thinking.

"The north side of town, in the little house next to the town house," then I had the sense to ask, "why?"

"Why what?" sometimes his stupidity astounds me.

"Why do you want to know where I used to live?"

"Because I am getting to know you, duh!" and he giggled. I had forgotten about our 'encounter' the day before (plus it was early) so I could only form a string of words that sounded semi-comprehendible together.

"Oh…uhh…right…getting…know me…okay…got it"

"So, what did you eat from the second month of your life till 4 days after the fifth?"

"Uhh…what?" my comprehension level seemed to return to that on an eighteen year old because next I said "How in the world am I supposed to remember that! Do you remember what you had every day from…whenever you said?"

"Of course," he replied as if I was stupid, "every day I had 1 glass of milk, one piece of bread for breakfast, chicken soup with crackers for lunch an apple as an afternoon snack, and pasta for dinner. Same thing every day."

"I…ah…err…How on earth do you remember that! And the same thing every day? Wouldn't that get boring?"

"Yeah, it did," he trailed off, seemingly lost in thought. I didn't want to interrupt his memory, so I left him that way, and went to see the results of the recent tests. Hi didn't snap out of it for a good ten minutes. Whatever he saw must've bothered him because he was very quiet for the next few hours.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. If he had the same thing every day to eat, then…

"Mr. Wonka, what are you having for lunch today?"

"Chicken Soup with crackers," he answered without thinking, I could tell by the drawl in his voice.

"Well, how about today, you eat something different," I asked with a smile.

He looked up and smiled, too.

"Different? That sound fun! What did you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise!"

When lunch came around I brought him to Mr. Renkin's Inn and told him to pick a seat. He pointed to them all, muttering the little rhyme of enie meanie minie moe, which made me giggle, because I did the same thing. While he did that, I chatted with Mr. Renkin, ordering something for us both, and paying him. Then, I went to join Mr. Wonka at the table (he had finally chosen one).

"So what are we having?" he asked eagerly.

"I can't tell you," I said, laughing a bit, "but it'll be different!"

"So," he said, looking around, "what is this place?"

"This is where I live, for the time being!"

"Here," he asked incredulously.

"Yup! I shovel snow in the winter, and am a waitress on weekend with my friend Dianna, and in return he lets me stay here instead of paying me."

"You work on the weekends, too?" he asked with a frown.

"Yeah, I am saving money for a house of my own," I answered.

"Why not just stay with your…your family…?" is it me? Or did he have problems with the word family?

"Because my parent's passed on a time ago."

"Oh…so how long have you lived here for?"

"About a year now"

"That long?"

"Yep, during my school year, I worked here full time until school ended and I got a job at the factory."

Then, our 'lunch' came, successfully ending our conversation, which I was thankful for.

"Pancakes? I love pancakes!" Mr. Wonka exclaimed gleefully, "Hey, what is that red stuff you're putting on yours?"

"Raspberry syrup, want to try it?"

"Sure! I've never had raspberry syrup before," I looked at him, my eyes impossibly wide with surprise.

"You're a candy maker, and you have never had raspberry syrup before?" I asked incredulously.

He gave an embarrassed laugh and admitted that he hadn't.

"Good," I stated, "Then when you like it, you can remember I was the one who introduced you to it."

He took a bite of his raspberry covered pancake piece and grinned.

"This is good," he said after swallowing.

"Told ya so," I couldn't help but grin, too.

"Thank you, Melissa. This is really nice."

Throughout the rest of the day, I felt very happy, almost as bubbly as Mr. Wonka usually is. I know it's a day that, even if I hadn't written it down, will be a day I'll never forget.