Bluey effortlessly broke the tense staring contest between them, his calm presence shifting the energy in the room. “Hi Donna!” His voice burst with genuine excitement, eyes lighting up. Amy quickly looked away from Rose, smiling warmly at Bluey. “Amy is fine,” she said, her tone cheerful, while Rose scoffed, unimpressed. “So... how does it feel going from slave to Donna?” Hayden leaned forward slowly, resting his hand on the table and his chin on it, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, like a child eager for a bedtime story. “Can we just eat?” Rita’s voice cut in sharply, her gaze fixed on Amy, her brow furrowed. Amy glanced at Kate, who was focused intently on her plate, adopting a deliberate nonchalance to hide her interest in the distraction. Then she looked away and began serving herself, methodically filling her plate. At the top monsters’ dining table, the scene was casual—plates piled high with steaming food, everyone helping themselves with ease. Rita scooped gene
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