One piece of sentient candy on his tongue, savored as he smugly sauntered back inside with the bowl, swallowed as he considered whether he wanted a bath. So many decisions to make!!

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To be fair, though, it had his snacks in it NOW, too . . . and maybe his lover's. The motion in his balls had stopped a little while ago, so he clenched just to check . . . tsk. Asleep before him. He'd let them out and regrow them come morning, he decided. As for the troublemakers . . .

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A small bowl of would-be double dippers, mischief makers who'd gotten a treat and wanted to play a trick anyway. Drunken rabblerousers all in their early 20s, probably from the nearby university . . . he'd shrunk them and kept them in the bowl that had started the night with Liam's snacks in it.

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#SizeSky idea- Sleepy, thoroughly cold, and noticing that Trick-or-Treaters haven't come by in about an hour, Liam took off the witch hat and yawned, folding up the folding chair he'd been sitting in and putting the candy bowl inside . . . then giggling to himself as he remembered the OTHER bowl.

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C: *pulls out a reusable metal straw* B: "We agreed not to interfere in any local biospheres!" C: "They're the bottom of their local food chain anyway, they were born to be eaten."

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