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recipe one; "ifs and maybes"

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Waking up alone on massive white sheets wasn't uncommon for Minae. It was actually soothing once you get used to it; but who knows, giving proper advises just wasn't her thing.

Her recent accommodation as of now was a fairly grand apartment in Hamburg, though a bit superfluous for a teenage girl like herself, she was quite satisfied. Deciding to live in her original birth place was a good idea after all. Thinking back, she should've done this way past before rather than go out exploring every nook and cranny of the world then to later on led to this current situation-

when no one was suitable enough to rival her skills.

She shouldn't have these negative thoughts right in the morning; but now that you mention it, it had been already one week into April when most schools should be starting by now. Minae mentally pondered to herself if whether or not that old man still hadn't- refused to quit on searching for someone might not even exist — someone that can match up to her and somehow, someway out-bitch her in cooking; in which she greatly didn't think so.

Shush, no offense, it's the truth.

Anyway, as far as Nakiri Senzaemon was in her concern, those were a complete, and utter waste of his effort, and she knew that he was long aware of it yet, just why?

. . .Maybe she should let her overly genius of a mind rest for a while. Besides, it was only a bit past six.

Oh where was the coffee when she needed them?

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Unbeknownst to a certain duo arguing (mainly Erina) in the back stage, Head Director Nakiri of Tootsuki was observing from the distance — a smile betrayed nothing to the eyes of public.

Nothing but hope.

This year,

The wolf will be brought down

From the high high horse she was riding so lazily on.

Because love,

Had proved itself to be a very powerful weapon.

May it be enough was all he was worried about.

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