As she approached the dining room, she heard a high-pitched, toddler-like voice complaining.
"The milk... it is not sweet. It is sad milk. I am going to report this to Mommy. Mommy makes the milk happy! Which of you two-legged humans did this?"
Sunshine froze. That definitely wasn't Castiel. Castiel loved his milk, even if it was plain. She rounded the corner and blinked.
Sitting on a reinforced, oversized chair was White. The massive alien bear was holding a giant bowl of milk between his paws. His powerful growls were still there, but through the translator, the voice coming out of the speakers sounded exactly like a grumpy three-year-old.
Sunshine realized in that moment that White might be the size of a small van, but in his own world, he was just a baby. A very, very large baby with a sweet tooth.
