Monsters Are Like Muffins

  "Papa, are they real?" Lily asked with an enthusiastic look in her eyes, "I thought they're made-up, just like you said."

"They are made-up," Finn exclaimed in hidden earnest, as he half-knelt in front of her, "just like I said."

Lily nodded.

Still unsatisfied, she tried to ask another question.

"Papa?"

"Yes, muffin?"

"The lady on the radio—"

"You," replied Finn, without letting his daughter finish, "ask too many questions." pushing his hand in a shush gesture against her lips.

Trying to conceal the fear he's feeling for her, he pulled out the vial.

"Muffin, drink this." he said as he cupped it in her hands.

"Is it apple juice?" she asked.

"A few drops of apple juice." he said with a chuckle as his daughter assumed it for something else.

She opened her right hand and had a good look at it.

"Why is it so tiny!?" she bursts out laughing.

"Just drink it muffin."

As she was about to do what she was assigned to, both of them were startled by a blinding light coming from the horizon, dropping the vial she held onto. With their reflexes kicked in, both looked at the source while shading their squinted eyes.

"Oh my God, Finn said as he pants, "it's going to hit us." after he stuck out his right hand in front of him with his thumb pointed upwards.

"Lily, that's a muffin." he continued knowing that now there's no point in lying to his daughter anyways.

"Papa," she replied, "it's a monster." as they held each other's hands inside the bunker.