"I have beanbag chairs in my room," she said, recalling a detail of adult life. "They're nice and squashy, but I bet if one of these guys chewed on one, I'd wind up with beans all over the place." Molly found a likely-looking cushion and curled up. She didn't know why she was so tired all of a sudden--maybe the chocolate was wearing off.

It didn't occur to her that, for her at least, that was going to be a bad thing.