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The eldest rosette pushed herself through the front door, kicking it shut behind her as she ambled towards the kitchen, placing the grocery bags on top of the marble counter; her sister’s appellation echoing off the halls as she called out for her. “Serah? I got the stuff you needed.”
Beginning to unpack the items she bought, the soldier examined each packet and ingredients; brows knitted together in confusion. She was use to Serah baking sweets--she’d done it all the time when they had lived together, however the ingredients in her hand were divergent to what she were accustomed too.
“--What’s this stuff for, anyway?” Lightning inquired, her sister’s footsteps becoming louder; azure orbs studying the large pumpkin Serah had demanded she buy. Who needs a vegetable for sweets?
