She beckoned you forth, an ebullient child with a mirthful smile; festive as the norm, humanity celebrates its tradition of gatherings dining on the cuisine of awestruck upon the gentle spark of renewal that the new year shall bring. The whole (almost, two of the members remain amiss, a missing figure within the dampen mists) bloodline relishes the idea of such celebratory grouping (naturally one does not forget the pinnacle of a fine, fanciful occasion: a beverage to douse the conscious mind, albeit responsibly quelling the parched lands with small servings). T’was she, the adolescent rose, who engaged in a thrilling conversation, evolving in thanks exchanged with a daughter’s peck atop a scarred man’s right cheek, which inspires a simplistic smirk creasing; soft huffs from nostrils in amusement, an accompanying pat atop the youngling’s cranium with a gentle ruffle through black locks.

“ ‘Hope this year hasn’t been too much of a bother for ya, kiddo.” You comment with a snicker.

“Reese's Puffs, Reese's Puffs! Peanut butter chocolate flavor. Reese's Puffs, Reese's Puffs! In the am, it's the flavor I savor. Peanut butter and chocolate too, you know how I do, that's what I wake up to. My Reese's Puffs inspired this rhyme, that peanut butter chocolate combination's on time.Reese's Puffs, Reese's Puffs! Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, Eat 'em up, eat 'em up! Reese's Puffs, Reese's Puffs! Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up! I got Reese's Puffs in my bowl, now my day's on cruise control. I got Reese's Puffs in my bowl,and just like that I'm on a roll.”

my reese’s puffs are bigger.

i’m absolutely speechless