[hammer base] beauty and the beast

But there was no way Saul would not bother his fiancé.

Father, there is nothing here.

He said sadly before old Odin left.

I think my fiancé is so poor that there isn't even a cow, some sheep and a flock of chickens here.

He is so small that he probably needs milk and fresh eggs every day.

skinny?

Old Odin couldn't help twitching his mouth when he thought of the height and terrifying strength of that oppressive little blue-skinned monster.

Not only him, but the corners of the mouths of the surrounding Mr. Rabbit and his friends also twitched, and Mr. Fat Teapot even made a retching sound—he felt that this big man made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Wow!I've always wondered if Quill vomited from the spout!

Mr. Zhuzi said.

Well!That's disgusting, Drax - did it ever occur to you that he's serving tea out of a spout!

said the wardrobe lady in disgust.

Uh!

Now everyone was disgusted by her.

Got it, said old Odin resignedly, and we'll send you your cows and sheep and chickens before we move to town.

That would be great - but Hela probably won't be very happy, she likes the milk that Madam Mary contributed.

Old Odin sighed and stared at his child, who had already grown much taller than himself.

My son, your mother has always told me that you are a special child.Your kindness and sincerity may be considered clumsy by others, but please don't doubt that God will give you special favor for this.

He raised his hand and patted his arm.

Then, he got into the carriage that the little blue-skinned monster ordered someone to prepare for him, and drove into the white snowstorm.

After sending his father away, Sol hummed a song and found the kitchen in the castle.

Red currants, red currants, sweet red currant juice--

Ah - this sweet taste!Like sweet love!Descending on - your - side!

But he didn't have a good time finding red currants, either fresh or pickled.

He turned his head and saw the fierce-looking Mr. Rabbit, who was holding a small potted plant swinging to the music.

Hey!

He greeted him in surprise, stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it a little bit, but because of the expression on his face, he had nowhere to put his hand and had to turn around and scratch his head.

Little bunny, can you help me find where the red currant is?It can be fresh or pickled.

Do you usually sing like this?

The little rabbit put down the potted plant in his arms—by the way, he reprimanded the little potted plant, don't shake it!Then he quickly climbed up to the island platform, jumped up to the high cabinets on the opposite side, and opened them all.

Yeah, I kinda like to sing - oh!I see red currants!

Your kitchen is so big!It's pretty good here!

For God's sake and Satan's sake, don't sing in front of Loki again, or he'll wring your head off.

Rocky, is that his name?The word fire in the legend?That's great, his dad must love him.

no no.

Mr. Little Rabbit looked hesitant and sad on his fierce face.

Oh, Saul didn't ask, but sent out a syllable of regret and regret.

What about his mother?

No one knew, but he said she had passed away.

That is, like me, my mother also left me.

Sol's pickled red currants were cooked in a small saucepan with a silver wooden handle, adding some honey and water.

Is it because he is so lonely that he casts a spell so that you can all talk?

Lao Tzu, originally, could speak!

Mr. Rabbit said angrily.

Sol let out a quick burst of laughter.

Is this funny? !

No, no, said Sol hastily, and I apologize for my rashness.

I just, just thought, you and Rocky, you two are so similar, no wonder you became friends.

I am not friends with him!

So what do you usually say, family, buddies?some type of?

Mr. Little Rabbit felt that there was no way to chat with him at all, but he was so annoying that he couldn't help but want to get close. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

So he, like the little blue-skinned monster, decided not to continue chatting with him.

Just boil your bloody red currant juice and put it here!Then Quill they'll take you to your room!

But shouldn't I have dinner with Rocky?He doesn't look well, maybe some soup.

you--

The little rabbit hesitated for a moment, then said to him:

Just because your dad told you that you're going to marry him, even if he's blue, green (the closet lady complained at the door: what's wrong with green!), red, or even hairy, It doesn't matter?

No, you can't, you can't do that to him.

Why?Am I doing something wrong?

You can't, treat him with your habits, you should... he should be the one and only.

Of course he is, and everyone is unique.

damn it!

The unreasonable Mr. Rabbit's hair exploded all over his body.

What he meant was that you should get to know him as Rocky, not as your fiancé.

The wardrobe lady came in and said softly.

Sol was a little dazed, half understanding.

So can I still send him the red currant juice?

he said no-

of course!

Ms. Wardrobe interrupts Mr. Bunny.