<span style="font-family:Philosopher">BLEEEAH!<br/>
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The horrific sound that echoed through the apartment had seemed to become all too frequent. Ophelia leaned over the toilet holding on for dear life. After Venial had left she had become the one mouth to feed. Honestly it wasn't too bad once she got the hang of it but somehow, she could never get it right on a new dish. Over and over again it was as if she had never cooked a thing in her life. It looked and smelled amazing and yet the taste, the taste was always horrid. This time was garlic Alfredo shrimp. Oh how she would refused to touch pasta for a while. She pushed herself up and then made it to the door frame. Then it hit her. Did she even taste her own food or did she guess? She groaned as suddenly Juniper appeared from the kitchen with tea in hand. "I-I am sorry. I did it again." She frowned and looked at Ophelia. "Oppie, how do you put up with me?" She pouted only to feel a hand pat her head. "Hush, now I have a question for you Jun?" the innocent blonde raised her brilliant blue eyes and watched her. "What is it Oppie?" She asked quietly. "Do you even try your food?"<br/>
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The puzzled look that covered her face and Ophelia's just drained. "Has no one ever taught you the basics? No wonder.." She sighed and continued to pat her head. "Always taste your food as you are making it. Then we can avoid this nightmare, hmm?" Juniper nodded and smiled. "Okay Oppie." she spoke softly and skipped away to the kitchen leaving Ophelia to sigh and shake her head. How had it taken the demoness so long to figure that out?! She walked to the couch sitting down and sipping her tea when suddening the small bell on her bracelet began to sound. She looked down at it and raised a brow. Setting the cup down she left the apartment heading down to the front desk. Who was coming in at this hour? she wondered to herself.</span>