[ Hatred isn't really in Adra's wheelhouse. He's about to say as much, but then she's skipping off, his basket of croissants in tow. He pauses, and then sighs, shrugging.
He kind of had a feeling that would happen, anyway. Just so long as she enjoys them ... ]
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He kind of had a feeling that would happen, anyway. Just so long as she enjoys them ... ]