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“Damn! My nose can not take it anymore! I gotta have a taste!” Oriana shouted as she emerged from the stairs, freshly showered and sprinted into the kitchen where Emerald was currently making dinner.

“Please Mera. I'm practically salivating like a canine,” she begged as she clasped her hands together as though in prayer while giving Emerald a look that was supposed to be a puppy dog eyes look but was rather a look that made her appear as though she were having a hard time defecating.

Emerald only rolled her eyes and continued humming to the music playing from the headphones around her ears. She cleared the kitchen island of the mess she had made while mixing before carrying the used bowl, spatula and other utensils and placing them in the sink to begin washing.

“Mera. . . Come on,” Oriana whined again but was only ignored in return.

Emerald heard a groan and moments late