Soon enough the food started swirling like a tiny tornado before settling down. 779 was smirking from a distance away, relaxing against a tree, looking at the area with mild interest.

[You really should learn to play nice sugar. You'll never make friends this way.] The voice came from a well to do doll. She was pretty by doll standards, a classy red dress and red rose hair. She was settled on a branch of the tree he was at.