Camulus really had no idea how he had managed to get himself into this situation. Making noodles for Orlin, of all people. That irritating little Ancient who knew exactly how to get under his skin. He scowled at the noodles. They didn't even have the good grace to burn so their dinner would be ruined. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes to seven
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No, Camulus didn't try to explain this urge to himself, either.
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"I don't know what it is, but I'd argue we're doing it rather well. What'll it be? To continue or pass on to lesser desserts?"
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It really was a very nice bum.
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Camulus shivered at the touch, almost throwing Orlin to the bed when they finally reached it.
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