Okay, inventory time. One girl with suspiciously fluffy ears. One slice of cake, currently in her mouth's danger zone. A pile of pumpkins roughly the size of a small car dealership. And crystals. Rainbow crystals, because apparently regular decorations are for quitters. I have questions. Mainly: where do I apply for this job? The requirements seem to be 'own ears you can't explain to HR' and 'unwavering commitment to dessert.' She's got candy scattered around like confetti after a very small, very sweet riot, and the lollipop is just sitting there unguarded, which is honestly a rookie move. The pumpkins aren't even hers, I'd bet my winter coat on it. Nobody owns that many pumpkins legitimately. There's a farm somewhere missing its entire harvest and the culprit is napping on the evidence with cake crumbs on her chin. And you know what? No jury in the world would convict. Look at that face. Case dismissed, sentence served in frosting. I've seen actual security footage of raccoons in a bakery with less charm and more chaos, and society just calls that Tuesday. At least this one said thank you. Probably. In meow.
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