Figures of Love
The figurines covered the treehouse's windowsill, taking up the entire thing as the little toys stood in a solid line. Arthur and Buster smiled as they added a special alien spaceship, made from Grandma Thora's latest batch of rock-hard taffy they loving called "raffy."
"Arthur! Your grandmother is here to see you!" Arthur's mom called from below.
"Uh-oh," Arthur whispered, grabbing a container and tossing the figurines inside. The hard taffy maintained its shape, and the boys hid it as the nimble Grandma Thora climbed into the treehouse.
"Good afternoon, boys. I see you're enjoying the comics still," she chuckled, crawling inside and removing a backpack from her back. "I brought you boys more of that taffy you liked so much. I brought enough for your friend, Francine, too. Is she okay after your loss to Might Mountain?"
"We're fine," Arthur nodded, thanking her for the taffy. Judging by the way the pieces clapped against the side of the bowl, the taffy was just as hard as the last three batches, if not harder. "Why did you come all this way to deliver this? We were coming for dinner tomorrow."
"I couldn't make you boys wait for that taffy," she smiled, looking out the open treehouse door. "I never had anything like this when I was your age. I made quilt forts in the living room and had some little spots in the woods, but never anything like this. You have better toys too, but I think you both prefer making things from scratch," she smiled, eying a container behind Arthur. Arthur noticed and blushed; it contained the figures they had made from the taffy. "I'm glad you found a use for that stuff. Even the dog sticks her nose up at that stuff, and it doesn't even soften when I heat it up again," she said in a low whisper, winking to the blushing boys.
"Y-Y-You knew?" Buster stammered.
"Of course I knew! I've made some cooking mistakes in my life, but the obvious ones I catch. I asked your mother if she would allow me to give the taffy to you. When she said yes and told me what you were doing with it, I thought I'd make more. I didn't even chop it this time. And I asked about Francine because I know she likes charms. She had on a charm bracelet when she turned her ankle at the end of the game," Grandma Thora said, turning from the boys. "I'm glad you were being kind to me, boys. I'm also glad you didn't hurt your teeth," she chuckled.
"Grandma Thora, would you like to see what we've made so far?" Arthur asked. His grandmother nodded, staying with the boys until she had to leave. She was proud of her grandson and his friends, and she was even happier that someone could be happy with her horrible "raffy."