3Words: CHOCOLATES, MARSHMALLOWS, MINCE (as in pies)
“Jimy, who is that creature?”
“Just met him under the tree, ma’am.”
“You don’t say.” Jeremy flew into the room.
“And you are flying?” Ms. Robenson sat on floor.
“It’s a gingerbread magic.” He hid the purple bottle in his pocket. “Who is up to drink some hot chocolate and marshmallow? My mother’s specialty.” He held two cups filled with chocolate goodness, topped with marshmallow fluff.
They drank it.
“Mmm… It’s delicious.”
Jimy sniffed the air. “Is something burning?”
“My mince pie.” Mr. Robenson rashed to the kitchen.
Jimy and Jeremy followed the black smoke trail hovering over the rooms.