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Alfons winced and sighed, shaking his head. “Vould you like to try eating somezhing else?” he offered, hoping to try and keep his mind off of Berezi and instead focus on something else. “I could cook you somezhing nice! Somezhing mein mutter used to cook for me!”
Throws his hands up in aggravation,” Anyzink-! Anyzink ist fine!” Leaning against the counter, he heaved a heavy sigh, bong fingers coming up to message and kneed his temples.
Alfons sighed and thought for a moment, tapping his bottom lip with one finger. When he suddenly got an idea he snapped his fingers and he smiled up at Conrad and got up on his toes to plant a kiss on the end of his nose. “I know exactly was you need! You need a nice hot bowl of “No More Tears!”“
The corpse groaned out loud. ‘No More Tears’—!? Just what he needed. ” Und vhat ist zhat, pray tell?” He really was not in the mood for games…
“Mein mutter used to make it vhenever I vas sad or upset about somezhing!” Alfons offered as a simple explanation, smiling as he started to run around the kitchen collecting supplies to start cooking. He snatched up some pears and some spices and he started to work, peeling and coring the pears. “You vill like it! I promise!”
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