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The worst thing was that he hadn't meant it to happen at all. There had been another confrontation with Jafar and the Bitch Queen and in all of the chaos, he and Cyrus had gotten separated from Alice. With Jafar's goons bearing down on them, he figured there was only one place they could go - Drury Lane.

All right, so it had a reputation worse than Underland and it was entirely possibly the Muffin Man wanted him dead even more than the Caterpillar did but the way he saw it, it was their only choice. No one ventured in there unless they had a damn good reason and Jafar's goons weren't dumb enough to tangle with the Iron Chefs.

If Jafar wanted them, he'd have to deal with the Muffin Man and that whole process would buy them enough time to get out. That was his hope, anyway.

It all went to hell when they hid in one of the warehouses. He knew better than to eat the muffins but Cyrus had either missed the memo or was too hungry to care. He had looked away for only a second and turned back to see the genie chowing down on one of the violet ones.

The Forget Me Not muffins were notable for doing just that - making you forget who it is you loved most. It was popular among the heartbroken and manipulative bastards and now Cyrus was among the crowd.

Alice was going to bloody well murder him.