[Murasakibara does not know why she is this way. The last girl he knew well, Momoi, was not like this. On the other hand, Momoi couldn't cook. Maybe the fires of the kitchen burn their souls. Or something gets into their teeth - she shows her teeth a lot, he would be intimidated if her face were less than two feet away from his face.
He heaves a sigh, decides that he would rather be subjected to this power for now than actually try to figure out over the course of years if Clover is Ever Nice, and speaks again.] Please bake the dough into cookies.
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He heaves a sigh, decides that he would rather be subjected to this power for now than actually try to figure out over the course of years if Clover is Ever Nice, and speaks again.] Please bake the dough into cookies.