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“Bah, don’t stress it Alex. I can’t eat that stuff anyways.” Marcus slaps his tight abdominals. “Got a strict diet to maintain.”

“Speak for yourself dingus!” Cyndwella jabs a finger at Marcus. “This is your fault. You let it happen!”

“Cynd, it’s just pastries....”

“But my tiramisu!” Cyndwella waves her arms overzealously.

“It’s ok love.” Eva giggles. “I’ll make another.”

“I know.” Cyndwella pouts, crossing her arms and plopping into Marcus’ lap as if it was her personal throne. Her eyes look to the little butterfly, and she smirks. “Well done little one.”

Marcus wraps his arms around Cyndwella and playfully kisses her neck. Cyndwella pushes his face away in protest.

“You aren’t getting off the hook that easy Schmoopy!” Cyndwella barks.