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“Pixie, Figgy, over here!” Lil called from across the Elfateria.
Pixie and Figgy zoomed over to Lil who sat with her arm around a tired and worried looking elf.
“What’s going on Lil?” Figgy asked.
“Well, this is Biscotti and she has a litt–.”
“Erin doesn’t like me,” said Biscotti.
“I’m sure that isn’t true,” assured Pixie automatically. “Er, who’s Erin?”
“Yeah, who is this ‘Erin’ and why doesn’t she like elves?” asked Figgy.
“Erin is Biscotti’s charge,” said Lil. “And I’m quite certain she has nothing against elves. Go on, tell them what you were telling me.”
“Well, she won’t eat any of the treats I leave, or play any of the games I set up.”
“She doesn’t even try the treats?” asked Pixie.
“Well,” said Biscotti. “She nibbles. A sprinkle here. A chocolate chip there. But then, she just plays with her food.”
Figgy shivered. “I have heard of kids not eating their brussels sprouts – blech – but to turn down treats? This is new territory.”
“What have you tried so far, Biscotti?” asked Pixie.
“First night, hot cocoa bar of course.”
“Ah. The standard opener,” said Figgy.
“But I really went all out. Marshmallows, candy cane stir sticks, 5 different flavors of whipped cream, and all the sprinkles.”
“That sounds delicious!” said Lil.
“I thought so, but Erin ate one sprinkle and then used everything else to build a giant marshmallow castle with candy cane pillars and sprinkle shingles.”
“Wow, that sounds impressive!” said Pixie.
“It was,” Biscotti huffed. “But that’s not the point!”
“Of course,” said Pixie.
“But, did you think to snap a picture?” asked Figgy.
Flames fairly shot from Biscotti’s eyes in response.
“Next night, I set up a make-your-own-smore bar. I even had a little flameless fire that actually roasted the marshmallows.”
“Whoa,” said Figgy.
“Yeah, but Erin built a small graham cracker cottage out of the materials. This time, the shingles were chocolate squares.”
“Biscotti,” said Pixie. “I’m hearing a theme.”
“Yes. Erin seems very interested in building and creating.”
Biscotti stared blankly at Pixie.
“The marshmallow castle, smores cottage …”.
“I think you might be on to something, Pixie,” interrupted Figgy.
“I think, that maybe, Erin has been enjoying everything you have set up. Maybe, just not in the way you’d intended, Biscotti.”
“Really?” Biscotti’s eyes began to sparkle. “Do you really think this is all just one big misunderstanding?”
“It usually is,” said Figgy knowledgeably.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out!” said Lil.
The three elves flew swiftly to Erin’s house and peered in through the dining room window.
“Coast is clear.” Figgy started forward.
“Wait!” Biscotti pulled him back and just in time. A small, red-haired girl came zooming into the dining room with a popsicle stick creation to show her mom.
“Mommy, mommy! I need more popsicle sticks to build my chateau!”
“We’ll have to get them at the store tomorrow sweetie, it’s bed time.”
As they watched Erin’s mom take her upstairs, Biscotti giggled. “I know what to do tonight!”
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