Flora: Trace, would you be so kind as to make something for our new friend to eat? I’m sure she must be starving.
Trace: Maybe Maddie should make her own ruddy breakfast.
Flora: Trace!
Trace: Or better yet, she can just eat the food off the ground! After all, she put it there!
Flora: Now Trace, you said it yourself, the food… isn’t really a big loss—
Trace: Nrgh… I know! But I still worked hard on it!
Flora: I know you did, dear, and I appreciate it. And I’m sure Maddie is sorry. Right?
Madelyn: I — I’m really sorry Mr. Trace.
Trace: Argh… Alright, fine, you two win. Just turn off the puppy-dog eyes.
Trace: And don’t expect me to work as hard this time around.
Flora: Come on, Maddie, have a seat and let uncle Trace work.
Narration: 10 minutes later…
Trace: Alright, here it is. Enjoy, Squirt.
Flora: Trace… how…?
Trace: I… don’t know.
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