"Just follow me," Lord Licorice says, grabbing your hand. You can taste the anise flavors seeping into your skin, dark and complicated, and very, very sweet. Running, you both leap out a sugar paned window, and land on the soft icing grass below.
"These clothes are thrashed," you mutter, as you wipe buttercream from your face.
"Well, we should definitely get you into a hot shower," Lord Licorice purrs, embracing you. The world changes around you, and you're back in your living room.
"You first," you say, pulling your date into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
