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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?"

Dean moaned, leaning back in his chair and belching unattractively. "I think I am going to throw up," he said. I told him, "You're disgusting." He responded, burping once more, "I don't think I have eaten so much in my life...like ever." However, I simply can't stop. He sighed in both ecstasy and satiety as he bit into his sixth churro. I leaned back and gave him the evil look.

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.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

“Fine. Favorite color is… dark blue. Childhood trauma… too long for this park. Ice cream… mint chocolate chip.” I scribbled all this down in my head like I was making a mental cheat sheet for his soul. “Good to know. You like dark blue… that’s deep. Mint chocolate chip… classic.” I paused, tapping my chin dramatically. “Trauma… maybe we’ll unpack that later over more churros.” He snorted. “You’re ridiculous.” “Thank you,” I said, bowing slightly. “I try.” We got churros, of course, and I insisted we share them, which led to a lot of accidental fingers brushing together and a lot of him giving me those little sideways smiles that made my chest do gymnastics.

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.

Jaxon furrowed his eyebrows in worry as he scanned the food truck and the line of people who were coming to purchase the said snack. Ruby pouted and stared directly into his eyes with the most beautiful puppy expression she could muster. Jaxon groaned as he came down from the car and opened her door for her. Ruby gave him a peck on the cheek and came down from the car with a huge smile on her lips. Jaxon felt played as they walked hand in hand to the food truck. Ruby ordered two of the snacks that they learned were called Khachapuri. Ruby brought out the cheesy snack and her eyes widened as she felt an explosion of flavors in her mouth. She moaned in delight as she took another bite and turn

he said. I leaned back against the headboard, licking sugar from my finger slowly. His eyes followed my movements. “So, what now? You going to start being my friend?” I asked. “Yes.” I spat the churro into the bag and handed it back. “Thanks. I don’t need your pity.” His jaw clenched, but he didn’t move. “It’s not pity.” “Really?” I snapped. “Because it sure feels like it. You found out the spoiled brat has no friends, and now you want to play savior? Please.”