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"Well, let's see, then," Sam said, retrieving the long roll of tickets out of the printer and examining them. She was finding it extremely difficult to keep a straight face as she brought the many sheets of paper back over to the customer. "Everything should be in order for your honeymoon, sir. One direct portal to Peppermint Forest, followed by a portal to the Lollipop Woods with a connection in the Gumdrop Mountains, and as soon as you complete your hike through the Chocolate Swamp, a portal will be waiting for you to take you and your husband to Candy Castle."

The customer thanked her, and Sam smiled -- a sincere, slightly overly amused smile. She handed the man his tickets. "If you need anything, my name is Sam Traynor, and I'll shoot you an email with my contact information just in case," she said. "Your first portal will pick you up on the Fandom side of the causeway. Enjoy your trip to Candyland!"

It wasn't until the door shut behind him that she added quite pointedly, "Not that I understand why any adult would want to go there."

Honestly.

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Who admittedly is now kind of craving candy.

Well, no, sadly, Éponine didn't have any candy. And whatever was going on today hadn't affected her; she came by the slightly rum-slurred speech honestly. (So to speak.)

Which might have had something to do with how she'd apparently decided to be somewhat less creepy by actually stopping by to say hi. Try and contain your shock.

"No kids to bother you today, then?" she asked, leaning halfway through the doorway.

"Just childish adults, fortunately," Sam reported, looking up from what was shaping up to be an extremely snarky email to her counterpart in another office. "Hi there."

...She wasn't quite sure what had made her add the 'there.' 'Hi' alone was perfectly sufficient as greetings went.

"Did you know," she said, planning to steamroll past that, "that there are working, married adults who see some sort of appeal in spending their honeymoon trudging through swamps made of candy?"

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"Good lord," Éponine said after several moments of blinking and trying to picture that (it was a very bizarre picture in her head). "There's really no end to how strange people can be, is there?"

She wrinkled her nose. "That's silly. What a waste of candy, and what's the fun in getting all over sticky?"

"I really couldn't say," Sam said with a note of despair in her voice, because, while there was certainly potential fun to be had while sticky, she doubted that this couple was going to do that in Candyland. "It's just baffling to me why anyone would choose that for an excursion that's meant to be romantic. I mean, I quite like candy, but I don't really associate gumdrop sugar and caramel dew with my wedding night."

"Is that something you think about often?" asked Éponine, in a vague and distracted tone, then laughed. "God knows it never occurred to me, but then why --"

She broke off abruptly.

"But never mind all that, they're silly people, and now I've got a craving for candy myself."

"Ah... just often enough to be embarrassing," Sam admitted with an apologetic smile and, yeah, a blush. She decided to power through it to another topic. "And I wish I had any candy to offer you, but if I did, I probably would have already gotten into it by now."

Although a thought was occuring to her, actually. "Although -- it's just about time for my break, if you'd like to walk with me to the grocery store?

Éponine looked amused by the admission, but didn't comment on it.

"And if I do, who's to say there'll be any candy left for anyone else when we leave, hmm?" she asked slyly.

"Lucky for us, I don't much care if anyone else gets any candy," Sam decided primly. "I'll just fix up an advertisement saying that we offer portals to entire worlds made of candy, should anyone become desperate."

"In that case," Éponine decided with a grin, sketching an awkward little half-curtsey, "I'll take you up on that offer. I'd like to get a hold of plenty of chocolate, but catch me trying to swim in it."

"Chocolate would be awful to swim in," Sam informed her, gathering her keys and her purse. "All sludgey and impossible to move around in. Give me a proper hot tub any day."

She swung the 'open' sign on the door to the 'back in :30,' then held the door open for Éponine. "Après vous." And then, sheepishly: "Did I say that right?"

Her accent could use a bit of work, but it was a solid B+.

"Well, now, I'll have to believe you about that, since I certainly wouldn't know," Éponine remarked, but laughed again, this time in surprise, as she passed through the open doorway. "That's good, yes, I didn't know you knew French."

"Oh, I don't," Sam assured her as she followed Éponine through the doorway. "Which is a shame - I always wanted to learn. That's just one of the phrases one accumulates to sound a bit worldly."

She paused just outside the door, key halfway to the lock, before she turned to Éponine and said, "Don't tell me you've never been in a hot tub."

"Me!" D'you know how many buckets of water I'd have had to carry indoors just for that?" Éponine asked, and resolutely shook off the memory of inheriting that task once Cosette was gone. "It's easy, I know, as you're so used to it, but there wasn't such a thing as running water where I come from."

"I know, but I suppose I just didn't realize... well, no matter." Sam tested the locked door before turning back to Éponine. "We'll have to correct that. My house hasn't got one, but I know a place in town that does."

"Well! So this little old town had a few secrets after all!" That she hadn't yet pried out of anyone. "But then, I never thought to ask around about anything like that."

Éponine wrapped her hands around the strap of her mailbag and said, more animated than she'd been a few minutes ago, "I'd like to see it, now I know it's there. But is it really that nice?" Because she already thought her cramped little shower cubicle was the best thing ever.

I wish I had an excuse. I'm not even hungry.

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