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Emi giggled quietly at Linda’s enthusiastic acceptance of her offer, both in satisfaction that her on-the-fly excuse had worked and at the idea of being a taste-tester. [color=E5C4CD]“Of course!”[/color] she beamed at Mizuame, extending her cane to make her way to the counter. [color=E5C4CD]“Makoto-kun always did think I was good at that. One of the advantages of blindness, I suppose!”[/color]

She giggled once more as she hopped onto a bar stool opposite the ovens, propping her elbows up on the counter between her and the bakers. She didn’t actually know if the whole “heightened senses” thing about blindness was true, but she always thought it was a fun idea. She didn’t think she really had any heightened senses - well, aside from the one Euryphaessa gave her, but that was unrelated - but then again, she’d never [i]not[/i] been blind, so for all she knew she could be a superhero when it came to taste and smell. Why not go with it, right?

She set her folder aside and simply listened for a moment, propping her chin up on her wrist. The nervous-sounding boy seemed to be coming out of his shell a little bit, and by the sound of his remarks, he was familiar with cooking himself. A knot formed in Emi’s throat as she listened to him and Maeda talk about eggs and heat and whatever else; she couldn’t help but notice that his meek tone of voice, paired with his relative expertise, reminded her a lot of Makoto. Come to think of it, the two of them shared many a moment like this before, Makoto talking the intricacies of cooking and her listening intently as the smells of his baking filled the room. It was bittersweet, to say the least. If only she had stopped to savour it back then, rather than reminiscing on it now. 

A sudden [i]bang[/i] on the counter made Emi jump, startling her out of her melancholy. Maeda’s following battle cry revealed the noise to be nothing more than an expression of enthusiasm, fortunately, but the ingredients he listed off sounded incomplete. 

[color=E5C4CD]“Don’t you need baking powder, too? So they fluff up?”[/color] she asked, tapping her jaw. [color=E5C4CD]“Or are you making American pancakes? I hear they don’t really rise at all.”[/color] 
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