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Originally Posted by
demented_death_eater 
Max took a huge bite of the brownie that Macadrian was feeding him and then turned to Drago. "One deck it is," he said in a muffled voice since he spoke with his mouth full. A few crumbs fell on the table as he began to deal out the cards. "She loves the brownies I bake! Very rich and chocolatey . . . hey! Why an apron, Mac? I didn't mess up the kitchen too badly last time I baked 'em!"
Macadrian looked at the crumbly mess Max was making and leaned over to clean it, placing one hand on the edge of the table and sweeping the crumbs with the other. With playful skepticism, she retorted,
"The kitchen was fine, but you were covered in brownie batter, as if you don't remember. And then I had to wash all your clothes so that we could go out in public to get dinner!"