At first, it might've seemed like an obvious choice. Who wouldn't pick sweets over humiliation, right? But if Nahori had learned anything since meeting Eridia, it was that things couldn't be that simple. Suspicion of something more, something worse plagued her thoughts, but she tried to claw them away so she could answer before something else went horribly wrong.
"I-I'll help you..." she blubbered, slowly dropping her hands, but still trying to look anywhere but the other child's face. "I'll d-d-do it, I-I'll help, just... p-please don't t-tell mother..."
She'd eat sweets until she threw up, she'd eat them until she absolutely hated them, anything to avoid an unsavory encounter with her lusus of the magnitude she was sure her baking would cause.
"J-Just... tell me where t-to start, p-please."
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