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"Tikki, what are you eating?"
She glanced up at the black floating blob. "Sugarcane. Do you want some?"
Plagg shriveled his face in disgust. "Ew! I can practically feel my taste buds burning off my tongue."
Tikki gave the kwami a dirty look, then went back to her basket of sugar cane. She ate one after another; one took three bites, another only two. It was when she tried to force the whole stalk in her mouth that Plagg grew concerned.
"Uh, Tikki?" His voice shook. "You might want to slow down there--"
"No."
The room chilled and Plagg was frozen in the air, watching petrified as Tikki shoveled sugarcane into her mouth. Silence hung between them as Plagg considered the familiar and increasingly delicate situation. The ladybug kwami was getting close to an empty basket, and he feared for the sugarcane farmers nearby. He needed to diffuse things now before it was too late.
"Alright, Tikki," Plagg placated. "You're eating those a little fast. Try to take a breath in between bites--"
Tikki sent him a scorching glare and he flinched from terror. She continued to binge on her sweets until the inevitable: the basket was empty. Plagg swallowed.
"T-Tikki?"
"More."
The growl was the last sign and his last chance to prevent catastrophe. Plagg threw himself at Tikki, tackling her to the floor with an "oof!" As she struggled against him, Plagg began to plea.
"Tikki, look at me."
"No!"
"Shh, Tikki, breathe. Look at me in my eyes."
The red kwami opened her eyes just enough to see the concern decorating Plagg's face. She focused all her attention on his slitted pupils, darting from his left one, to his right, then back to his left.
"Good, you're doing good," he soothed. "Alright, now think about cheese. Camembert. Stinky, deli-- I mean, awful, terrible. Coating your mouth. The smell is strong. You desperately need to find a trashcan as you gag--"
Tikki screwed her face and stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Blegh!"
"Is your appetite gone now?"
She shrunk away as she answered, "... yes."
Plagg rolled off of Tikki and laid on the floor. "Phew." After a quiet moment, Tikki sat up.
"... Thank you."
"Honestly," Plagg said with a large exhale, "what do you plan to do if this ever happens and I'm not around?"
Tikki covered her face in her little kwami nublets. "I'm sorry! I just... they started making these into cubes Plagg! Cubes! Can you imagine? Cubes of pure sugar? I was so excited, I guess I lost my head a little."
Plagg let out another exasperated sigh. "You're a sugar cube, Tikki."