Prompt by SomethingAboutDarkAngels: Sugar
Max sighed when she heard Iggy.
"Max! Can you fly to the store and get us some more sugar again?"
"Iggy, that's the billionth time you've asked me! I'm going to see what you're doing."
"No! Don't-"
Too late. Max stopped short.
"Is that… A giant replica of YOU made from CAKE?"