[He's already ahead of her, knife in hand, navigating it around the top of the pumpkin with surprising speed and deftness. Without the handicap, Xiaolang... actually pretty good at this? Chalk it up to all of the cooking he does at home, anyway. You can practically SEE the aura of pure salt coming off of him, though, and he hardly pauses as he addresses Mimori.]
First one to finish finds a third party to judge the results! And whoever wins...
[... actually, he wasn't quite what the winner would get. HM. Let him think on that one.]
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First one to finish finds a third party to judge the results! And whoever wins...
[... actually, he wasn't quite what the winner would get. HM. Let him think on that one.]