Leo sighed, a long, theatrical, world-weary sigh. Then he grinned. “Fine. But I get sprinkles.”
“What are your demands?” I asked.
The sky cleared. The pudding sea evaporated into a gentle, normal pond. The ship creaked back into a playground fixture. LS-Land.issue.06.Little.Pirates.lsp-007
“Talkin’ costs doubloons!” shouted a freckled boy with a blue plastic hook for a hand.
“State your business or walk the pudding plank!” Leo bellowed. Leo sighed, a long, theatrical, world-weary sigh
“Leo,” I said, crouching to his eye level. “What are you really afraid of?”
He froze. The question wasn’t part of the game. The other pirates lowered their swords, confused. But I get sprinkles
“Leo,” I said gently, “you don’t want that. If you press that button, the pudding sea dries up. The plank vanishes. Even your ship turns back into a pile of plastic.”