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“We juet started on the batter—again” He pointed to Mr Clark Kent Glasses and Mr Coaze still drifted to my hand every so often

“Everest can ”

“I’ll butcher the abomination that will be these fondant flowers” Leo stared at the multicolored lu to morph them into petals and stems with telekinesis

I turned on the faucet and sorted out a good soapy needs-a-long-soaking side, and a to-be-cleaned-now side—which was more of a pile that overflowed onto the counter

Working quickly, I washed and dried the dishes to the sound of tutorial videos overlapping one another fro on the counter

Leo was hunched over looking ridiculous with tiny pieces of colorful fondant, shaping and iant man hands

I took a deep breath Maybe we’d gotten off on the wrong foot Maybe he wasn’t a condescending and clueless asshole who kept trying to steer ht over the waterfall to ether on this project and not rip each other’s throats out Andout fondant leaves for a five-year-old’s birthday Maybe…

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Leo

“Yes! That’s it You did it” Ja and Everest beamed like he’d run his first 100m in under 14 seconds

“Leo, how are the flowers co?”

My floeren’t half bad After the first five video tutorials, I’d gotten the hang of so that could have been mistaken for a flower But the buttercream roses? Those were dicey

Zara had finished washing every dish in what seehborhood, and hadn’t co roo her rework the tracks

When she wasn’t overbearingly controlling, she wasn’t half bad

“So, what’s up with her?” August whispered over the cake pan with a steaolden brown cake inside