[Mike's excited. He's running on an energy he never really felt before, only tasted when he was a little kid, back in Deluxe, when there were yet no mentions of Kane in his house. He only remembered the sun hitting the pure white of his breakfast table and resting his head on it to warm him up.]
Alright, let's do this. [He's reading the book's instructions, thumb brushing carefully on the dust.] We gotta make the batter first, right?
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Alright, let's do this. [He's reading the book's instructions, thumb brushing carefully on the dust.] We gotta make the batter first, right?