I pulled Henry inside and stuffed the pudding in his hand before conjuring up a spoon for him.
"Eat your pudding before the cotton candy," I said, and he took the spoon, but he just stood there, clearly waiting.
Like a kid demanding the fulfillment of a promise.
I chuckled and eventually conjured up the half-dry plaster again, this time a lesser amount than before.
I can't believe I am doing this.
Under Henry's watchful gaze, I rubbed the half-dry plaster between my fingers, letting it sprinkle down on my head.
When I was finished, I threw the rest on the floor and massaged my scalp.
"Happy? The lice are placed."
Henry just hummed, but I could hear that he was suppressing his laughter.
He sat down on the matres and ate his pudding, eventually asking,
"Did you come up with that just now, or did you plan that beforehand?"
