maxon: *hiding in closet* ahh, yes, mmm, hello my precious
america: *from other end of palace* what do i smell?
maxon: *begins unwrapping something* you’re going to taste so good!
america: *begins running*
maxon: ahh, can’t wait to eat you!
america: *smashes through door* i sMeLL sTrAwBeRRy TaRtS!
maxon: dammit. *hands over tart*