[Yuuri can't judge. She really can't, because she was sniffing the house with the intention of breaking off a piece like two seconds ago, but now that it's been done, it's kinda... Well...
He has a point. This is someone's home. She braces herself for some fairy tale witch to appear in a puff of smoke and shove them into an oven, but it never happens.
...
Okay then.]
It's made of candy. You know, kind of like a dessert...?
kiss with a fist!
He has a point. This is someone's home. She braces herself for some fairy tale witch to appear in a puff of smoke and shove them into an oven, but it never happens.
...
Okay then.]
It's made of candy. You know, kind of like a dessert...?