You make good time running along the rainbow path. You're being super careful not to touch anything that could send you into a sugared stupor, too much time has been spent in Candyland already, and you want out before the coup makes everything a billion times more complicated. You can see the Candy Castle in the distance, and as you know the bear's plan to come up from behind, you do the exact opposite and approach from the front. Loudly, you ask the guards to let you in for an audience, making a big deal about needing the King's help. You're a stranger lost in a strange land, you practically sing, and he's the only one who can help you.
You're granted an audience almost immediately, as a foreign dignitary, and led through an amazingly ornate hallway of delicate sugar work which becomes more intricate as it approaches the throne, a large pulled-sugar colossus that stretches from the top dome of the crystal-blown-sugar ceiling to the cool, brittle flooring. It's beyond impressive, this mammoth sugar edifice, and you wish that Davide Malizia were with you to see it. Then you hear a giggle, and your focus is torn from the ceiling to the throne itself. The laugh - it's familiar, and warm, and you know that it was made by a lovely being with quite bewitching green eyes.
"How did you get here?" You ask your date, as they sit enthroned next to the robust monarch of the land. Had their hair been licorice in your living room? You can't remember...
"I am Lord Licorice," your date states, as though that clears everything up, and there will be no need for follow up questions. But, you have questions. "How did you get on Tinder?"
"We have wifi."
"Do you still think I'm hot?"
"Obviously. The King and I dig your vibe, but, as you can see, our country is in the middle of a violent coup. Do you think you could help us put down this insurrection really quickly? Then we could get a drink and see how it goes..."