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"Guys- please- I'll eat it okay?" Narancia muttered from where he sat, though probably wasn't heard over Mista and Fugo's fighting. Fugo looked as if he were going to throw something with his grip tightened on the chair, until Bucciarti's voice rang out from the kitchen, their attention snapping over in his general direction before they both sat down. Narancia quickly grabbed a slice of the strawberry cake and hurriedly and messily stuffed it in his mouth, earning a relieved sigh from Mista.

"Something bad would've happened if you left that there. How many times do I have to tell you guys that that number is bad? Geez." He huffed irritably as if he never lost his cool, grabbing his own slice and sliding it onto his plate. Fugo remained silent and simply crossed his arms over his chest.

Narancia glanced up to Bucciarati who was now approaching with what looked like a delicious lunch. He along with Abbachio began to reach for a taste before both their hands were smacked away, realizing cake frosting was still all along his fingers and along the corners of his lips. Gently taking a napkin, Fugo wiped it away, much to the younger boy's protests. His glanced towards Trish as she wiped her hands on his coat, only letting a sigh in response.

"Then whose it for?" Mista inquired, studying the contents to make sure there wasn't four of anything.