“Where’s the candy?” His deep, dark drawl rumbled. No baby talk for him. “I know you have some. Don’t play.” “I don’t!” Gravity giggled, trying to kick the air, arms flailing. “I ate it all on the way here.” Snitch. “I suppose I’ll just have to eat you then.” Another fit of giggles. “Nooo, Uncle Rhyrand. Mommy won’t let you! She woves me!”
