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HELLO

"What do you want?"

GOODBYE

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[untrusted]

[ i guess she is laughing because she is so happy.

so, so happy. too happy? i don't have the right icons for this. ]

You need to make more cake.

[ this is to all of them.

even if they should maybe get healed. ]

[isdf]

[Healed? No, now isn't the time for that.]

How do we do that?

[He has never baked in his life.]

[untrusted]

[ she looks to thorns and rafayel, the greatest bakers of all time.

she also has never baked in her life. ]

[isdf]

[He, too, looks to them. Well?

She exploded his eleventh iteration, and now she wants cake. He's the one who survived for another year(?). This development makes him so very happy.]

[glub]

[ pretends he doesn't see them looking his way

even if he is also smiling. ]

[untrusted]

[ she pouts playfully....? (genuine) ]

It's time to poison people, Yuma.

[glub]

Wait— what?

[ MEDEA!?!? NOOOO ]

[untrusted]

[ ? ]

I don't bake. I have chefs.

[glub]

Yeah, but how bad can you be?

[ she seemed reasonable... surely her food would also be equally reasonable. ]

[untrusted]

Will you taste test something I make?

[glub]

Sure, even if you're kinda freaking me out now.

[ does he regret this commitment. ]

[untrusted]

I'm not any different.

[ she's just happy, peaceful, whimsical, and chaotic.... totally normal. ]

[glub]

[ sadly, he is too happy to be convinced otherwise.

so he gladly accepts her words at face value, and her cooking. ]

Fiine, fine. I'll be the first to taste test then.

[untrusted]

[ happiness is a drug that addles the mind. ]

No one from my home can know.

[ in the very, very slim chance a hallucination of someone she knows show ups. ]

[glub]

... You're pretty sensitive about this, huh?

[ but sure. he makes the zipping motion over his mouth.

but, wait... how would he know if her family shows up? ]

[untrusted]

It'd merely be a headache if they found out. I'd have to console them.

[ they'd be jealous of rafayel even if whatever medea made was mediocre or worse. ]

[glub]

And? How would you console them?

[ he's actually pretty curious. ]

[untrusted]

[ she reaches up to cup his cheeks in her hands. ]

[glub]

[ he doesn't pull away. doesn't flinch either. ] Just this? No words?

[isdf]

Poison? Why?

[untrusted]

You don't know how to bake a cake, and I have never had the need to before.

[isdf]

Are you suggesting that our combined skill level is so low that the recipe, even if verbalized to us, will turn lethal? . . . That is a concern.

[untrusted]

I was being facetious.

[ a joke, haha. full of whimsy. ]

[isdf]

[Oh.]

You were quite convincing. Does that mean we'll be okay, then?

[untrusted]

... You will find out.