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"Quick, quick, Melrose! Get the batter!" Gianna exclaimed, her voice a flurry of excitement in the kitchen.
"Okay, coming!" Melrose replied, her youthful energy evident as she dashed to comply.
"Gianna?! Where should I put the sliced oranges and apples? Gianna!" Morrison called out, his tone tinged with urgency.
"Eleven not there! Here!" Rose shouted, directing the chaos with an air of authority.
"Oh my God, Schultz, let me be! People will see!" Morissette protested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, away from the kitchen and in the corridors with Schultz."
"Schultz? Morissette? What are you two doing?!" Eleven interjected, her curiosity piqued by the intimacy.
