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While her back is turned, Nero steals one of her orange rolls and stuffs it in his mouth

Sensing ives him a hard stare Nero tries to keep his face perfectly still, despite the fact that his cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk’s

“Those are for lunch!” Greta shouts

“Eh esh lunsh,” Nero says, around an entire orange roll

“No, it isn’t! And don’t eat without your father”

Nero ss hard

“He’s not gonna eat You kno he is today”

“Well don’t er at Sebastian “Get out of here before you break so important”

“Alright, alright” Sebastian slots his crutches back under his ar roo over the broom

Nero catches the handle neatly in his right hand, snitching another orange roll with his left He passes the broo the roll hidden behind his back

“Here, Greta,” he says “You know I only want to help”

“You’d help yourself to the shirt off my back, you devil”

“Depends What size is it?”

She tries to whip hi his way past Sebastian, who almost topples over

Dante follows at a lazed orange rolls, but not wanting to risk Greta’s wrath