[Hi. Hello. Don't mind him as he walks into the kitchen, intent on acquiring one (1) apple and then booking it. He's ready to make a beeline for the fresh produce, when he glances towards the appliances and—]
—Anya-san?!
[... spots Anya trying to pull something out of the oven with her bare ass hands, ig. WILL HE HAVE TO PHYSICALLY PULL HER AWAY OR WILL SHE STOP WITH JUST YELLING... You're so mean to her, Dana.]
week zero, monday morning.
—Anya-san?!
[... spots Anya trying to pull something out of the oven with her bare ass hands, ig. WILL HE HAVE TO PHYSICALLY PULL HER AWAY OR WILL SHE STOP WITH JUST YELLING... You're so mean to her, Dana.]