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"Do you like Chorrus? I'll make it. For my portion only. But, if you want, I'll weigh out more flour, so the dough won't be lacking." Forget about potentially hurt feelings. Moreau made sure she would be fine. Act as if she had never been affected by anything, because it sounded fairer that way. Only there was no immediate answer. Having Abihirt shake his head almost imperceptibly was enough to give away serious information. The man did not eat chocolate and had probably understood that the best part was; once the batter was deep—fried, then dipping it into the sweet creamy melt was the most tantalizing part. "You're looking for my mom. But she's not here, so why are you still here?"

gesture. Chloe smiled, smoothing his ruffled black hair. She reached over, rolled down her window, and looked Serena dead in the eye. "What are the stakes?" Serena blinked, momentarily stunned that Chloe had finally bitten. "The loser pays for fried chicken, milk tea, and crawfish for everyone currently at the track!" Crawfish and beer are the traditional racer's feast, but since they were driving, milk tea was the substitute. Chloe brought the car to a slow, deliberate crawl. Serena followed suit, pulling her car to a stop beside her. "What’s the matter? Scared of the bill?"

And that is when I saw Marcus’ eyes glint— he wants to have these candles as well. P.S.: the Choco Coffee Bean Treats idea was borrowed from a cartoon I watched on Youtube... if my memory serves me right, I think its called 'Cafe Wingcle'... it was a cute and good cartoon... anyways, thank you for reading, and sorry for the slow updates.

As I added a drop of blood to the chalice, I heard the chimera roar When I looked up, I saw that Javi has joined in as well as she rode on the chimera’s back and sunk her teeth into the lion’s neck. As the lion roared in pain, Custard was free and he took that opportunity to scratch the goat’s eyes out. Ice started to form on the chimera’s legs and I could already tell that Stella and Kellar were nearby. ‘Master, hurry!’ “Nachos.” I whispered into the cup and ran to the chimera as I threw the water over the lion’s head.

Chips exploded. Soda sprayed into the air. And a giant bowl of warm nacho cheese tipped over. Directly onto Chloe. The room went silent. Every single person stared. Chloe lay flat on her back. Covered in cheese. A giant tortilla chip stuck perfectly to her forehead. For three full seconds nobody moved. Then Ugo fell to his knees laughing. And the entire party lost it.

He drawls, looking down at my baby bump, and I shrug, nodding in response. "I'm easily pleased. It doesn't have to be anything outlandish or lavish." I pull him through the crowd toward the churro cart. "You can start by buying me churros." I grin, and he laughs. I look over at Josh and the girls watching us while he was paying for the churros, and they all smile, nodding supportively.

Ramon stops talking and he sighs. "Churro?" I ask, knotting my eyebrows. I've heard of them once or twice but I don't know what they are. Ramon flashes his teeth in a smile and shakes his head. He reaches for a sugary stick and flinches because they're hot. "Yes, a churro. It's a Spanish dessert." He explains. "It's pretty much a stick doughnut with cinnamon and sugar on it." I purse my lips. "Oh." "I'm upset you've never had one." He says with a gentle smile. "Now you can't tell me if mine are better than the others you've tried." I pull my lip between my teeth. He's trying to make conversation.

I glared at him "I have practice for the Battle." "Well I have too, let's take turn." "I don't want to." "What?" "You heard me sunshine." "Argh." "Who wants churros?" Mason asked to Ashley and Michael. They both looked at us weirdly and they both raised their hands "Come on." They all stand up and Mason lead the way to the churros section around the corner. I sighed. I still sit down on the chair and just enjoy the breeze while eating ice cream

I sigh and give myself a moment to spend time with her before I open my eyes. “Okay, then a burrito. From that little place across from the bakery. They put that delicious steak inside. Oh, don’t forget the chips and guacamole… and a chicken quesadilla, extra chicken.” She demands. “And extra hot sauce… and queso. Do you think they have churros? I could really go for a churro or three.”

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed midnight. Charlotte’s birthday was in exactly seven days. Bruce thought he had a week to wait for his fortune. I was giving him twelve hours. I’d get Charlotte from school tomorrow, tell them I was taking her to a doctor’s appointment, and we’d drive. Anywhere. Everywhere. As far as our car and $347 could take us. It wasn’t a perfect plan. It probably wasn’t even a good plan. But it was the only plan I had. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine, just for a moment, what freedom might feel like.