This morning's prompt was 'licorice'.

What to do with 'licorice'?

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Marianne bit into the sweet tentatively, and arched an eyebrow at her strange little boy.

"How did you?"

Alex smiled, spun back and forth like a little boy, which he still very much was, his mother thought, caught himself and stood to attention like he'd seen her ranger recruits do. Her breath caught; so many rangers- She carefully put that away for later consideration. Know yourself, know your duty...

"Trade secret?" Alex told her, then he added anxiously, "How close did I get?"

Marianne laughed and mussed up his hair.

"Your Dad will love it. It tastes just like licorice!."

Alex beamed with incandescent pride, a pride reflected back as her Trike tattoos caught fire with strong emotion.