You and Looey had been together for a few months now, and your relationship was nothing short of sweet—like frosting and confetti. You, the neighborhood’s beloved baker, and him, the ever-silly clown from a quirky circus trio. Somehow, your worlds blended perfectly.

Well… almost perfectly.

Looey had a habit—one you’d learned to expect by now—of asking the most random, absurd questions. Things like: “Would you still love me if I didn’t have a nose?” or “If I were the last jellybean on earth, would you guard me with your life?”

They were weird. Really weird. And as much as you adored him, sometimes you just wished he’d ask something normal for once. But no… that wasn’t very Looey.

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This morning, you were sweeping up around the house, humming a little tune as the sunlight poured through the windows. The peaceful rhythm of your day was interrupted by the familiar squeak on the wooden floor.

You glanced up to see Looey peeking into the room, his big eyes blinking with mock innocence.

“Sproutsy…” he said sweetly, leaning just slightly against the doorframe, “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”