Bill Fickelgruber cleared his throat, looking much more dignified now than what he had looked like 20 minutes ago.
Yes, the chocolatier normally took longer to get ready.
Having to perfectly comb his little moustache to perfection, slicking back his hair and flattening his clothing one, last, time.
"You do promise me you won't go anywhere near that Wonka boy, Francis?"
Franky blinked. "Yeah- whatever Dad. I pr-"
DING DONG
Bill pressed his hands together with glee. "Ah! Here they are, now, come with me to greet them, Francis, then up to your room."
Franky sighed. "I know, Dad."
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Fanfiction"Franky!" "Yeah, Dad?" "...Stay out of the way of our guests, will you?" "Yeah, Dad."
