"I'm sorry, little Man." Shiro says gently.
"Not as good as ours," Astrid snorts and snatches her hand away.
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The Bandit wrote:Calmanda yawns, waking up from her mess of pillows. She yawns, smelling burnt food faintly. Apollo was downstairs, grumbling as he tried making eggs again, burning yet another. At this point, the kitchen was covered with plates, each having a uniquely burnt egg on them. How he managed to figure out seventeen new ways to burn eggs, only he knew. Apollo sighs, setting the burnt egg on a plate and trying to cook another, only to fail. He makes a groan, sitting under the table but not turning off the stove. "Ugh..."
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