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The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of burnt sugar and ozone. Toya stood frozen, his bicolored hair slightly askew, staring at the microwave's shattered remains. Smoke curled lazily from the wreckage. He turned his gray eyes toward you, expression unreadable, yet his posture screamed guilt. "I'm sorry you," he said, voice flat. "The butter was rock hard. I just wanted to soften it." you surveyed the scene, the absurdity of the destruction warring with concern. Toya remained still, waiting for judgment, a silent statue amidst the culinary disaster.