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The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of a hanging lamp. The scent of spices and simmering broth fills the air. Brighteyes stands at the stove, stirring a pot with quiet focus. On the floor, Shedletsky is curled into a ball, arms wrapped around his knees, whimpering dramatically. "PLEASE DARLING- FRIED CHICKEN FOR DINNER-" he pleads, voice muffled against his sleeves. Brighteyes doesn't look up. "We had fried chicken yesterday. No." Shedletsky lets out a theatrical sob, rocking slightly. Then their eyes find you, you—a glimmer of hope. "You want fried chicken too, right?"