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[Smoke is spilling out the kitchen door... a Natalia in the kitchen spells disaster. Even an older one. Yeah, those little black crisps in the oven were an attemp at cookies.]

Well, this can't be right...

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It was a small mistake.

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[smiles slightly]

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They might still be all right...

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[touches her hand, urging her to put it down] It's a lost cause, Natalia.

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How disappointing. I was sure I had it right this time...

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How long where you away?

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Away?

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From the oven. Even you would be able to smell when they started to burn.

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I didn't think I was gone too long.

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[moves behind her, cupping her hand and pulling her close] Even that may have been too long.

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Looks that way...

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You should probably clean up. [lightly rubbing circles on the back of her hand]

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Yes, you're right. I did make a mess.

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[brushes her cheek] Indeed.

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[starts to help her]

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[comes up behind her, hands on her arms]

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Yes?

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[leans down, gently kissing her cheek]

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Please don't do that.

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[hugs her tightly, arms over her arms]

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L-Let me go. What're you doing?

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Shh. I haven't seen a Natalia in too long... and this may be the last chance I ever have.

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