Weekly Drabble Challenge (sorry about last week, guys)

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Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

This week, your prompt is 'sweets.'  Anything about baked goods, candies, or whatever.  Bonus points if Jeeves is a secret sugar fiend.

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Drabble: Cotton Candy


Upon entering our flat I was surprised to see Jeeves with a pink cotton candy.

"I say, Jeeves?" I said.

"Sir? I can explain." Jeeves said hastily.

"No need, Jeeves." I smiled at him somewhat jealous.

"Want some, sir?" He asked revealing a second cotton candy but this time it was blue, I eyed him confused and frowned at the c. c.

"would you mind switching, old thing?" I asked him.

"Certainly, sir." Jeeves said as we switched.

"Thank you, the pink one looks marvellous." He looked rather amused at me.

Together we ate 'til only the stick was left.

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Aw! Bertie wants the pink candy, not the blue.

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NOM! And awww. :D

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Acid Drops and Whatsit or After an Afternoon with Angela and Tuppy's Young Brood

“Blast!” Bertie shook a frantic paw beneath the upraised Jeevesian brow. A small, orange sphere clung to his wrist. “Ah, dash it!” The chiseled lip quirked.
“Allow me, sir.” A steaming towel appeared and Bertie sighed in appreciation as the sticky mess dissolved from the slender fingers. “Ah, dear. They seem to have gotten into your hair as well?”
Bertie reached up. His other hand stuck fast to his golden hair. “Oh dash it all!”

An hour later, Bertie leaned back in the bath. Jeeves nuzzled the back of his neck. “Ah, corking.”
“Sweets to the sweet, sir,” said Jeeves.

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No idea what Acid Drops are, but it's a tickle seeing Bertie get it all over him, and Jeeves helping get it all off of him... and then some.

^5

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DRABBLE: Cookie Jar Or Pastry Box, Still Caught In The Act

One doesn’t pry into the secrets of the finest valet in the world. Especially if one wants that fvitw to continue being the fvitw to oneself. Bertie should have borne this in mind before snooping in the kitchen for a little something whilst Jeeves was out doing whatever it is Jeeveses do of an early Saturday afternoon. Further, Bertie ought to have known that those six extra pastries beyond the dozen normally offered to the young master at tea were not actually ‘extra’. Bertie ought to’ve known before Jeeves returned, catching a certain Wooster red-handed… or should that be custard-handed?