Tiffany broke out into a sly giggle. “Shh, I’m out here without permission! He’s busy in his office right now, so he doesn’t know that I’m outside. Seriously though, I’m a perfectly normal, functional adult! Why can’t I go out shopping sometimes, huh?” she moaned, before adding, “Anyway, do you know how naughty Lil’ P has become the older he gets? He’s doling out migraines to Jackson’s poor mom non-stop through his shenanigans. We’re all starting to think that maybe he was better when he was still a little bean. Sure, that kid rarely stopped bawling, but at least he wasn’t running around like he is right now! God, trying to catch him alone could take a few years away from your life!”
“’Sup?” Sylvain suddenly greeted as he approached the women.
Tiffany pouted. “Hey, this is a girls’ only, no-man-allowed conversation, mister! Anyway, have some roasted almonds. Freshly-made, it’s so good.”
Sylvain took a single almond from the pile and examined it, his eyes belying doubt. “Really? This small little thing? I don’t know, sis, I’ve never had one before. Sometimes, I have caught the smell of people roasting almonds, and yea, they smell palatable.”
Arianne popped some almonds into her mouth and said, “If it’s not as good as we claim, flick me. Go ahead.”
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