Inspiration: Sugar!
It was a kaleidoscope of saccharine, a treasure trove of treats that would make any child practically wet his or her respective pants in euphoria. Swirled lollipops fit for a Guardian Force stuck jauntily from a cup with pens and highlighters. A jar of chocolate candies, one for every color ever admired by the eye of man, sat on her night stand - ironically next to a textbook on explosives. Gummies and lemon drops and Hyne knows what else littered the floor, almost in a haphazard path; Hansel and Gretel would have been ticked off had they known a trail could be made with a substance other than bread. Atop the canary yellow bedspread sat a bag of licorice that had been torn right in half.
…and these were only some of the edible delights that met Squall's field of vision when he poked his head through the door, looking for a pilot. The sticky sweet smell crinkled his nose and damn near rotted his teeth - what the hell else could she be hiding in her drawers? Or under the bed? Or -
"Hi, Squall!" Selphie's voice was as airy as cotton candy as she made her presence known from the floor on the other side of the bed. "I was just looking for my last can of Booyaka - what's shakin'?"
"Booyaka?"
She rolled her eyes, as if this was common knowledge. "The energy drink? I bought a six-pack in Timber this morning and I can't remember where the last one went…"
This morning? As in, earlier today? Squall's eyes widened as he watched Selphie toss everything from a chicobo plush to what appeared to be a detonator of some sort across her room. "Perhaps this isn't the best time, Selph," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he tiptoed away from the door.
"Aw, but Squall! I'll share the can with you when I find it!"
Too late. The commander was already halfway down the hall, but at least he now knew what fueled his perky companion through a Sorceress War, Garden Festival, and several classes a day.
…but what did a trip to the dentist cost?