I can certainly try!

…

The girl was whimpering again.

Pitch let out a sigh of defeat, reflecting on everything he’d done for her; he’d found (well, stolen) the finest toy collection a six-year-old could possibly want, he’d made up a batch of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (children liked those, didn’t they?), he’d even offered to read her a story (although now that he thought about it, Thomas Harris didn’t exactly write for children), and yet she was still crying like being taken from that family that clearly didn’t deserve her was the worst thing that had happened to her in her six short years of life.

Pitch fixed on a smile, and settled down next to her, offering to set up a tea party and wishing, deep down, that Sandy would come see his surprise soon.

*internal screaming* this was REALLY GOOD