"Come look at this, it's so pretty!" she exclaimed from the kitchen.
I left my dark office to go have a look. Ru was slowly stirring a concoction of sugar and eggs on the stovetop. It had this opulent, creamy sheen to it.
"Hmph."
"Isn't it pretty?" she asked.
"Well, it kind of has that shine-- like pus draining from a shooter's abscess that I've cut into." With that remark, I went back to my study, after receiving a cutting glare.
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