Honey and the Pug

The Villianess

Like everyone in the world, Honey vaguely knew that basically everything was made with creation sand. Food scraps, rubbish and other unwanted objects were sent to the atom deserts where they were sanitised and broken down into black 'atom" sand, or creation sand. The sand was then collected by atom sand farmers and shipped off to homes.

The creatrixes would then convince the atoms via unique codes to reform into clothes, furniture, food and basically anything you could think of that wasn't alive. It couldn't create insects, living plants or people. It was why Honey's father still had a job.
'Sometimes it bothers me knowing that these could have originally been snotty tissues or old stuffed animals," Honey mused, and Pepper frowned.
'What are we supposed to do? Throw the rubbish into a pit like our barbaric ancestors?'
Honey leaned closer to examine the grand and delicate creatrix in front of her. The creatrix in her kitchen was a faded red dinged up box that had been given to her parents as a wedding gift. It constantly made popping noises and the clothes that it made always smelled like Popcorn for the first few days. This one looked like it had been spun from solid glass, and as Honey watched the swirling, glittering black sand inside, she found it almost hypnotic. The sand began to condense, forming the shapes of beautiful ornate bowls, cups and plates, and then the delicious-looking desserts inside them.

With a little ping, the creatrix finished, its lid disappearing to reveal the desserts in their entirety, a sweet scent filling the air in front of their noses. There were six small dishes, three for each of them. The first appeared to be a plate of fried noodles covered in pistachio nuts. The second resembled a thick, whipped cream. The last (and most impressive) was a bright purple and blue swirly drink covered in puffs of fairy floss and silver glitter with a straw in the shape of a golden horn.
'I know what you're doing," Honey finally said, poking the syllabub suspiciously with a spoon.
'Really? That's impressive! Most of the time I don't even know what I'm doing" Pepper responded and Honey raised one of her now perfectly groomed eyebrows.
'You think that if you blind me with fancy dresses and gourmet food, that I'll be so grateful I'll tell the Diamond Milennia where the pug is," Honey whispered and Pepper merely took a long dramatic sip from his milkshake.