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“The Pantheon planned on having a celebration together. Each God was expected to bring a drink or a dish of some kind made without the use of Blessings. Thespius was clearly going to be making His famous bacalaítos. This meant Click Clack needed to bring a drink to even it out.
“Click Clack had spent weeks leading up to this party perfecting Their ability to make this drink. The God purchased the best vodka and liqueurs and even went out in a mortal disguise to collect the freshest ingredients.
“The God smiled proudly, puffing out Their chest after placing the finishing touches to a large bowl used to hold punch. The bowl was filled with vodka, melon liqueur, orange juice, and a large amount of melon balls that had been soaking in vodka for several days. It was a colorful array of different melon balls; green, orange, pink, and red! A colorful treat for the eyes and the lips who drank it!
“Click Clack frowned when They went to pick up the lid that would snap over the bowl to protect the drink inside. It was not where They had put it! The God shook His head and went looking for it, rubbing Their chin as They did so.
“The God had been so certain that They had left the lid beside the bowl! Where could it have gone? They started to dig around and perked up when the lid was found beside Georgia, across the room and far from the bowl. ‘I don’t remember putting this here,’ He murmured, frowning as He picked it up. They shrugged and turned back to put the lid on to avoid the drink becoming ruined.”
“HIYADOODIE, CLICKY CLACKITY!” Huzzle Mug loudly greeted Them, throwing up a salute to Its head with a playful wink.
“Click Clack dropped the lid. ‘My…my…’”
Huzzle Mug happily looked down at the formerly full bowl. It perked up when It spotted a small melon ball that had somehow escaped. It picked it up, tossing it into the air before catching it in Its beak and swallowing it whole. “Mmm! Tastylicious! Very nice, Clickity Clackity! You got any more?” It asked.
“‘MY BALLS!’ Click Clack cried, ripping off Their mask in frustration. ‘MY MELON BALLS! ALL OF THAT WORK! GONE! I HAVE NOTHING FOR THE PARTY!’”
Huzzle Mug’s tongue poked out of Its beak as It giggled, ignoring Their wailing as It happily licked the bowl clean. “Sildiculous, Clicky! Always wailcrying about balsy walsies!”
“The God growled, glaring at Huzzle Mug. ‘Perhaps I should make roast duck for the party instead!’”
“Oooh? Where you get the duckbird?”
“Click Clack was looking right at it!”
Huzzle Mug cackled as It leapt away from the furious Click Clack, dancing as It avoided Their grasping hands.