“Oh…you’re so tiny…it’s adorable! I almost don’t wanna give you any upelkuchen…”

He gently strokes your head with the tip of his finger, a smirk on his face as he stares at you. It’s been like this for a few days ever since he and Quinn found you, shrunken by the pishsalver in the ‘Drink Me’ bottle, wandering around the royal rose garden looking for help.