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"Madame Cheng, may I have that one, to go, please?"
"That's a rather unique choice, Adrien," Sabine warned with a twinkle in her eyes. "Are you sure you can...?"
"I know what I'm getting myself in for."
Tom stepped out of the kitchen and boomed, "On the house!" In a single motion, he scooped up the chosen sweet and reached carefully across the counter to put Adrien's selection in his arms.
"Thank you," Adrien replied, carrying off his treasure.
Marinette's voice, though muffled by his chest, was still clear. "I hate you all."
