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Lowlow 
Willie stumbled a little backwards and glared up at the boy. "I ain't go no problem, mate! What'th got yer knickerth in a twitht, EH?!" He asked him, and then quite childishly stuck his tongue out at him. "And NO! Ye ain't gotta get a prefether, I'm alright. Ye jutht... ye don't touch me or I'll bitechu!"
Then a voice came over him and he looked over to see that a girl spoke to the lug. He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, watching them.
His eyes widened slightly at the pudding that was put out for him, so without hesitation, he grabbed the pudding and ate it as fast as he could. Feeling the sugar kick in his system, his left eye started to give a slightly twitch. "Me hea--head--HEAD. Hit. I hit. HEAD." He giggled, pointing at where he hit his head. "Can I ha--have MOOOOORE? Moore! MORE PUDDING PLEASE."
"If you settle down and promise not to yell you can have all the pudding you want. There's no rule against it." Was there? NOPE! Which was why Lettie had eaten at least three bowls already.
Lettie pat her left hand on the seat next to her for the boy to sit down, "
There's pudding in a big bowl right down the table." Leticia pointed to where a lot more of the chocolatey goodness was held.
"You hit your head?" She looked to the crown of the boy's skull and saw a little bump.
"Wow, nice horn you got growing there." Lettie said without thinking first.
"Does it still hurt?"
She turned to Ott,
"I don't think he realized that dinner had finished and that dessert was brought out. It's much like how my younger cousins act though. I'm used to it." And it was probably a good thing that Lettie didn't babysit often, because they would all be hyped up on sugar.