[ Helios squeaks and almost knocked the container of sprinkles she had on the ground with how fast she popped up from being sprawled on her own couch for once. She almost turned bright red, too. But barely was holding on as she finished her glass of wine and started cleaning what she could before Hythlodaeus got there. ]
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Please.
Are you going to draw patterns with the chocolate, or not have the patience for it?
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[ Well then. He is on his way. ]
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