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"So, what do you think?" Alya's voice that radiated a false innocence.
Damian winced with every chew he made. That was as good an answer as any as Alya tried to suppress the chirps erupting from her throat.
The boy nodded his head slowly before hesitating to swallow the baked monstrosity he regretted accepted.
"Woah," he mumbled through the crumbs. "The flavor is...unique in every way" he said as he raised his thumb to the girls.
"Oh, well I'm glad you like it. Here, have some more," Marinette grinned as she held out the tray for him.
Before the boy could rapidly decline the offer, Marinette had already grabbed Alya out of the kitchen and into the living room area of their less than humble family bakery.
"I can't believe he ate it!" The brown skinned girl burst out as she held onto her knees.
"I'll admit it. I'm impressed. Most people would have spat it out and I've tasted your baking fails before."
"Don't remind me," Marinette groaned.
The pair peeked their heads back into the kitchen to see the black-haired teen grimacing at the tray of salty delicacies that was ungraciously shoved in his hands.
"Geez, he's kind of suffering there," Marinette rubbed her arm. "I'm starting to feel bad about this."
"Aw, come on girl! The worse that could happen is him getting the runs and suing your family bakery over it."
"What?!"
Marinette's eyes would have rolled out of her head if it wasn't for the sockets connected to them.
"Alya, you know we can't do that! My Dad can't lose this place and Mom's planning on renovating soon! That could ruin us."
Her best friend pinched her nose to reset her thoughts.
"Relax Mari. He wouldn't do that. Probably."
Marinette was close to bucking her knees before Alya squished her cheeks.
"That's beside the point right now. He ate the cream puff and he played along. Damian's a real team player, Mari. He would totally go along with our plan."
The blue head scrunched her nose in thought. Alya needed a better criterion of choosing prospectus partners-in-crime. The fact that he smiled in the face of saltiness was admirable, Marinette herself won't dare sacrifice herself for the sake of pleasantries but she did feel like she would someday need to return the favor.
"Something tells me this really isn't about the making a new friend," Marinette blurted out.
"Don't worry about it," Alya winked at her and rubbed her shoulders. "I wouldn't invite a billionaire's son over just to talk about pastries and hotel walls."
