You're in your house, reading, when you get a knock on the door. You get up and go answer it, and see a very distinguished boy standing there.

He seems to like looking at you. You're short, but a stunner. You have long, curly hair that's so black, it's almost blue. Your skin is white, like perfect porcelain. Your eyes are big and emerald green, framed by dark eyelashes that seem to go on forever. Your lips, full and pink, are constantly swollen from your habitual chewing on them. Your face is round and soft-looking with owlish features. You're thin, but in a clearly natural way, with thin hips, a small chest, and a tiny waist. Again, you're a stunner.

You lean against the doorframe, a little self-conscious about your state of dress. You normally try a little harder, but you thought you'd be inside all day, so it's only a big sea glass sweater and white denim overall shorts.

He shakes his head.

So, I'm, like, having a housewarming party, and I was wondering if you could lend me some sugar.