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vaxxman · 4 days

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Could I request Medic having The Mom Grip on Scout’s shoulder after the speedy moron almost let a mercenary secret slip while they weee getting groceries?

Three Europeans and two Americans walk into a grocery store in New Mexico.

I hope this is the right meme.

More silliness below.

This comic is the antithesis of the "wtf is a kilometre" joke.

The faces they make when they can't quite identify the type of brown bread in the bread aisle.

You don't know how [insert nationality here] you are until you go overseas and things are different.

Spy obviously has no problems with pretending to know how much a gallon of milk is, he just peeks into his conversion chart notes, pretending it's his shopping list.

I want to think Heavy is completely fine with having to readjust to a new unit system, he just eyeballs most practical things anyways by holding them up and mumbling about how they approximately weigh like a chicken or his kettle bell etc. He's always been living in practical ignorant bliss.

Medic has a peer reviewed meltdown the first time he realises there's no uniformity in "a cup of ____" because every object has different densities. He's diligent about memorising the conversion rates for ounces, pounds, the most common things etc., and recovers ok. He goes through the same stages of grief rage when he finds out about distances and lengths.

Just remember four inches are 10.16 cm and pray no one asks you to specify anything bigger than inches.

Everyone does a mental victory lap when they manage to guess how much Celsius the weather is because they keep forgetting it's Celsius*5/9+32=Fahrenheit, Engineer reminds them patiently.

The true victories are the correct temperature guesses we've made along the way.

One time, a friend asked me if I actually knew how much a tablespoon of flour was in gramms to convince me that metric users also make use of volume based units without thinking about them. But little did she know a heaped spoonful of 405 flour is about 15g and a level tablespoon is 10g.

They claim Oolong just tastes better when it's boiled to 80°C exactly with a Bunsen burner.

You only asked for one scene but somehow I came up with a bunch of other things. This post was drawn across 2 months so the artstyle is all over the place. Thanks for your ask!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier #Medic's reaction to a stick of butter is 100% based on my own reaction after reading an American recipe for the first time #Like I didn't know butter in America came in this normed stick-form I genuinely thought it was some arbitrary unit like ??? A Stick??#As in I didn't know if the recipe required the butter to be in this specific shape; like sometimes you have to add butter in shaves or molt #no biggie lemme whittle away at my butter block until it's shaped like a stick? And then I learnt it was the portions that butter comes in #Cut me some slack; I'm used to recipes using eggs as the scale-up ingredient; not butter #I also learnt that medical labels is where metric units are mostly encountered simply because medicine is international #But that is the main reason why I think Medic would not realise he'd have to deal with imperial units until he goes grocery shopping #The man's just been ignoring the “oz” information right below everything he's ever used; out of sight out of mind #I want to think Engi is the most normal person about the entire metric-imperial-units thing he just does some mental arithmetic and done #King just learned système international d'unités during one of his 11 phds; it's not unrealistic

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aerequets · 2 years

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them ....

buy me a coffee

#its that one pic from the theory of everything #i thought it suited them #anyways i was stuck in a vicious art block but it seems like the way out was the same as always #redrawing twiyor #my bread and butter #spy x family #sxf #spy x family art #sxf art #loid forger #sxf loid #yor forger #sxf yor #twiyor #loidyor #loiyor #sxf twilight #twilight #thorn princess

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uselessalexis165 · 1 year

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even some more examples of mine

#eclipsa and globgor are the greatest ship in their series #my text #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #spy x family #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #star vs the forces of evil #pear butter #bright mac #loid forger #yor forger #kitty softpaws #eclipsa butterfly #globgor

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foxtamer113 · 2 years

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Anya: NO! ANYA'S NOT TIRED YET!

Loid: Anya, you need to sleep, you're getting cranky. I don't want to arrest you.

Anya: Arrest Anya? Why?

Loid: For resisting a rest.

#Dad jokes Loid is my bread and butter #Xd #Spy x Family #SpyxFamily #SxF #Anya Forger #Loid Forger #Loid & Anya #loid and anya #Twilight sxf #incorrect spy x family quotes #incorrect sxf quotes #Incorrect Quotes

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americassoldierboy · 14 days

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My favorite kid characters

#anya forger #spy x family #butters stotch #south park #bluey #bluey and bingo

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koopa27plushyt · 29 days

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Here is something I made for a certain holiday coming up :)

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flynnle7 · 7 months

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Hello, sorry for not posting much Linda been busy just wanted to say this

#south park #southpark jimmy #eric cartman #jimmy valmer #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #clyde donovan #goth kids #butters stotch #pete thelman #tf2 pyro #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 spy

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hqmillioncorn · 10 days

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Star of the Show.

Cherrypit listened as the sound of Babycorn's linkshell kept ringing and ringing. Both of them weren't used to the sound so neither of them hadn't noticed it at first, it almost blended itself with the music of the Gold Saucer itself. But now Cherrypit couldn't ignore it. "Bebe!" He called out to her, but there was no response. His sister was just too busy watching a dancing sabotender from a distance. Too shy to approach him directly. The ring of the linkshell was starting to get on Cherrypit's nerves. "Go! Go!" Cherrypit shouted in vain. At this point he was tempted to pick Babycorn up himself and walk out of the Gold Saucer the same way they came in from.

Lalapril 4/15 Star with @windupnamazu 's Butter and Pancake

sometimes life is just a little hard when word spreads around that you're the world's newest miracle worker.

There were only a few special places in Eorzea that Babycorn considered her favorite to spend her time at.

Most of them were places where she could eat yummy food and hang out with her friends. Which is why sometimes a person who Babycorn would consider a friend would find her running around their house first thing in the morning, eating food right out of their fridge.

That being said her absolute favorite place ever in the world ever was the Manderville Gold Saucer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The glistening atmosphere of the saucer had an instantaneous grasp on Babycorn the very second that she took her first shaky step off of the airship. Señor Sabotender had done a funny little dance in front of her and Babycorn was so mesmerized she ended up following him for hours.

She would have spent much more time there had she not been physically carried back to the airship after they got a call from Minfilia.

But how could she help it? It was full of so many fun things to do and amazing prizes to win. Who cares if she spent most of her gil here? When she was having such a good time!

Basically, she was just a walking advertisement for the whole place at this point. One that didn't get paid for any of this mind you.

This is why Babycorn had been reciting her entire speech about why the Manderville Gold Saucer was the best place ever to Butter and Pancake. Even as their airship was already heading there. Her excitement was even enough to fight back against her fear of riding on an airship.

“Wow! That sounds like a lot of fun!” Butter watched Babycorn dance around in excitement. Normally she would be cowering in the corner and closing her eyes tightly but it was great to see her so happy.

Pancake ran in between them, she was running from side to side of the airship. All while balancing Cherrypit on her head. Who was making sure (in his own way) that nothing happened to her.

“Woah! We’re so high up!!” Pancake stared off into the horizon and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hellooooo down there!!” She shouted. “Hellloooo!!” Cherrypit echoed after her. It would be a big surprise if someone answered them from all the way down there.

“Please tell me we’re almost there.” Pancake asked. If the ride to the Gold Saucer was this much fun she couldn’t imagine how amazing the actual place was going to be.

Babycorn paused her excitement to answer Pancake’s question. “Almost!!” She ended up getting herself even more excited after answering Pancake’s question. “If you look over there you can probably see it!” Babycorn pointed towards something very large in the distance.

Neither Pancake or Butter had noticed it. Mostly because Pancake had been busy looking at the sky all around them and Butter had embarrassingly been only staring at Babycorn.

Once Pancake saw it her mouth opened wide in surprise. "Butter are you seeing this?!! A giant sabotender!” Pancake shouted. She pointed at it as hard as she could just in case Butter didn’t see it. On top of her head, Cherrypit pointed alongside her. “Woah! Woah! Sabobebar!” Cherrypit babbled.

It made Butter happy to see Pancake having so much fun. Things had been so stressful lately after the whole incident with their parents, it was nice to get out and do something to get their minds off of it. Even nicer was that Lunya had given them a huge allowance to spend it on whatever they wanted to today.

“I hope everyone has fun today…” Butter heard someone whisper.

“Hmm?”

Butter recognized it as Babycorn’s voice but it didn’t look like she was aware she had said that out loud. A part of her still wasn’t used to having a speaking voice again, having gotten too used to having her voice echoing in one person’s head.

Babycorn was holding her hands together and staring at Pancake and Cherrypit.

"I hope they have fun."

It only took a full thirty minutes for Cherrypit to crawl into a Moogle’s Paw machine and get himself stuck in there. Though completely by choice. He grabbed one of the prizes and began to chew on them.

Butter panicked at first, foolishly believing that this was the first time this had happened.

“Cherry noooooooo!!” He had only taken his eye off of him for a second but a single second is pretty much all it took for Cherrypit to get himself into some trouble. How could this happen? Babycorn had trusted him to watch over Cherrypit, even after the whole ‘sneaking on a boat incident’, and now he had let him get trapped in a claw machine…Ohh...The despair…

…Maybe he could rescue Cherrypit by winning him in the claw game?

Before Butter could even check how many MGP he had in his pockets, Babycorn came skipping over with Pancake. She had wanted to try the Cuff-a-Curr for a round or more and figured that out of the two of them Babycorn would have the most MGP on her to give her all the tries she wanted.

Pancake walked up to Butter, proudly flexing her arm out. “Guess who totally kicked the game's ass and won like a hundred points?! That’s right! Me!” A little more points and Pancake could totally probably convince Babycorn to buy her one of those machines to take back to the mansion.

“Woah! Good job Pancake!” Butter was so proud of his sister that he had forgotten about his plan to try and hide the fact that Cherrypit was stuck inside the Moogle’s Paw. Only noticing when Babycorn walked past him and stared into the machine.

She sighed, “Cherry! What did I tell you about sneaking inside there?” Butter noted the look on her face. It was about now that he clued in that this had probably happened before.

It was the same type of look that he could feel himself giving Pancake whenever she ate the cookies he baked right after taking them out of the oven.

“Sorry Butts. I should have warned you that Cherry likes to sneak into those things.”

Cherrypit offered no such apology, for he had nothing to apologize for.

Pancake ran up to the Moogle’s Paw and almost placed her face against the glass. “Damn Cherry, how did you get in there?!” Her face turned serious, “Can you get the best prize and bring it out here?”

Cherrypit nodded. He understood exactly what Pancake was talking about but he wanted to spend just a bit more time inside. Chewing on the prizes for fun. He made sure that he was biting one of the harder to get prizes though.

“Yeah! Get it!” Pancake cheered.

Butter was now a little more relieved now that he knew that this was just a thing that Cherrypit did and that Babycorn didn’t hate him forever and until the end of time now. There was only one small problem now. “How do you usually get him out?” Butter asked. There was a big part of him that was really hoping he could do something to help.

“I usually just go to the people up at the front and ask them to help…” If Babycorn wasn’t such a regular patron at the Gold Saucer already then this would probably be the reason why they knew her by name. “Do you mind waiting here while I go get them? I don’t wanna leave Cherry by himself…” It made Babycorn a little nervous to ask Butter this favor.

In reality, there was no reason for her to worry. “Of course! Just leave it to me!” Butter proudly stood proudly by the Moogle’s Paw, resting his hands on his hips he was giving off an aura of confidence that had last been seen last Starlight when he swore he could make five baker’s dozen amount of donuts before dinner.

And then he did. So Cherrypit was in good hands.

“Thanks Butts! I promise I won’t be long!” There was no way she could take long when she was so short. Babycorn was soooo smart.

Pancake raised her hand in the air. “Can I go help Babycorn?” Inside the machine Cherrypit also raised his hand but only because Pancake was doing it and he wanted to do it too.

She took notice of this and raised both or her hands, giggling to herself as Cherrypit raised his other hand too.

“Sure!” Butter answered.

Pancake pumped a fist into the air and let out a hushed, “Yes!” Her plan was to regale Babycorn all about the cool things that Butter had ever done ever since Pancake had first meet him. Yes, all the way back when she was a baby. Surely with her help she would be the flower girl during Butter and Babycorn’s wedding before she knew it.

Butter needed all the help he could get. And who better to help than his super clever and strong sister?

Babycorn and Pancake walked on ahead to Entrance Square. As they turned the corner Pancake made sure to wave over to her brother with a wide smile on her face.

Butter was pretty surprised.

Not only because Cherrypit was having a grand time inside the Moogle’s Paw but also because he had somehow managed to fall asleep. He had curled up hugging one of the prizes and decided that it was a comfy enough place to take his nap.

Butter thought about knocking on the glass to try and wake him up, but that felt a little too mean.

He didn’t want to risk scaring the little guy awake but at the same time he didn’t want to risk having Cherrypit stay up all night instead.

“I guess if Babycorn needs help watching Cherry I can help her with that too!” Of course, that was only in case that Babycorn asked him. And he would be happy to help! For now he kept a watchful eye on Cherrypit.

“Yup! Still sleeping!” He said to himself. It was cute, it sort of reminded Butter of how Pancake used to sleep hugging onto Cinnamon.

At the time Cinnamon had told him over and over that she had absolutely hated it but now that Pancake was bigger he often caught Cinnamon following Pancake around bedtime with the biggest puppy-dog eyes he’d ever seen her do.

It had been a hot minute since Pancake and Babycorn had gone for help. He leaned over as far as he could to see if he could see them coming back. He didn’t want to take his eyes off Cherrypit so most of the time he was keeping himself busy staring at him and awkwardly telling patrons walking up to the Moogle’s Paw that they had to find another one to play on.

At this point the music of the place was starting to get to him a little.

“Butter! Butter!!”

Butter turned to see Pancake running right towards him. He was about to happily greet her, before he noticed the panicked look on her face. The way she was running to him, something wasn’t right.

Pancake stumbled to a stop right in front of Butter. She looked out of breath, Butter noticed that her hands were shaking. Butter ran up to her and before he knew it, Pancake had grabbed onto him in a tight hug. “Pancake?! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Butter did his best to comfort his sister who obviously had been shaken up by something.

Pancake wiped at her eyes and in a shaky voice began to explain what had happened. “W-We were walking up the aetheryte to go back to the entrance when a bunch of people walked up to us a-and asked Babycorn her name.” She paused and took a second to look at where she had come from, “...Babycorn didn’t tell them anything but then more people started appearing and they said they were looking for the Starsinger and that Babycorn had to come with them…”

Butter was having trouble believing what he was hearing.

“When they started getting closer Babycorn said s-she would go with them but only if they let me go!” And that was when Pancake had run as fast as she could to the one person she knew she could always count on. “I’ s-sorry I didn’t help and now B-Babycorn is…Babycorn is…!!”

“Hey, hey.” Butter gently placed his hands on Pancake’s shoulders. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Babycorn wanted you to be safe. You did the right thing, you’re safe.”

Pancake sniffled, nodding. “I-I guess…”

Time was ticking. “Pancake you stay here with Cherrypit. I’ll go help Babycorn. Okay?”

“Okay!” Pancake seemed to be doing just a little better, looking determined to do whatever she could to get back at the people that had scared her so badly.

Butter gave his sister another hug, before turning off to run in the direction where he had seen Babycorn and Pancake head earlier. There wasn’t really a plan in his head but all he really knew was that he had to help Babycorn. No matter what.

With that, Butter suddenly ran off. Without any weapon on him at all.

“But you don’t have a-!”

“I’ll figure something out! Don’t worry!”

Butter did happen to figure out something along the way.

That something ended up being grabbing an umbrella from an umbrella holder and rushing over to where Pancake had last seen Babycorn. It wasn’t a surprise to see that whoever it was that was taking Babycorn had already left by then.

“Did you see that? Was that Babycorn? Do you think it’s too late to ask for her autograph?”

Butter turned to look towards where some of Babycorn’s fan club members were pointing towards. Most of them were too starstruck to even notice Butter running right past them.

If they had stopped and looked at him they would have noticed that he looked remarkably like one of the characters on the front cover of 'Warrior of Love! Is actually the Warrior of Heartbreak?! Who will Babycorn choose?' But that’s another story for another time.

He grabbed onto the handle of the umbrella tightly and turned the corner towards the airship landing. Once he made his way there he was shocked to see a few people laying face down on the floor, there couldn’t have been less than four of them.

The other’s that had escaped whatever knocked down the rest were gathered around Babycorn.

Who was very busy biting the arm of a very frightened cloaked figure. He was trying very hard to shake her off but Babycorn’s bite was relentless.

As anyone who knew her when she was younger could attest to.

It actually looked like Babycorn had taken care of most of the people trying to kidnap her but it probably wouldn’t hurt to give her some help. He gripped the handle of the umbrella and raised his voice. “Hey!” All of the would be kidnappers, and Babycorn, turned to look at him. “If you know what’s good for you-you’ll let Babycorn go!” He pointed the umbrella right at them, which probably would have been a little more threatening if he was holding his actual sword.

Babycorn opened her mouth, dropping down to the ground, her face lit up as she waved at Butter. “Butts! Hi! Is Pancake okay?” She was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Hiiiiii!” Butter happily waved back at her. “Pancakes safe don’t worry!” He wanted to thank Babycorn for keeping his sister safe but he would probably do that when they got home.

Then without a warning he rushed forward, eyes flashing a strange glow. He smacked one of the kidnappers with the umbrella as hard as he could. “You asked for it!” Butter watched as they fell backwards, narrowly missing falling into the airship tunnel.

Deciding that this was now more trouble than it was worth, the handful of the still conscious would-be kidnappers retreated into their waiting airship.

Babycorn was torn on letting them go but if experience proved anything, it was that they wouldn’t try this again. After all, she never saw any of the people who tried to kidnap her twice. Ever.

On instinct Butter sheathed the umbrella onto his back. “Are you okay Babycorn?” Honestly he was more than ready to fight the people that tried to take Babycorn away again, not to mention scared his baby sister, much more than he actually did.

Babycorn picked a piece of metal from her teeth. “Yeah, I’ll get scared about this later.”

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Babycorn #Butter #Pancake #Cherrypit #sorry for another day of buttercorn but i did say they were invading my brain i wasnt exagerating #anyways im not drawing an accurate moogles paw for something 3 people will see #also something in here is a crisis core reference wink #cherrypit can easily get himself out of there but he just wont you know how it is #its funner for him to just sit there and watch people fuss over him #its not a date for them until they go eat something then pancake and cherrypit hide in the bushes and spy on them #cinnamon and airy watching soap operas at home i guess

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linkemon · 14 days

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Butter (Forger Loid x Reader)

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ʟᴏɪᴅ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɪᴅ - ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘʏ - [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡᴀʀꜱ…

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that" Butter BTS

Anya obediently held her father's hand as she slowly trotted through the sunny city. There were so many things happening around her that she didn't know which way to look. In the orphanage, she rarely went outside. If so, it's usually a dirty yard. The buildings she was looking at now did not resemble the view from the small window of the old tenement house. They were big and colorful. She smiled broadly. It was definitely a fun day.

— Where are we going? — she asked, tugging lightly on the sleeve of his suit.

— To the kiosk. To get the newspaper. — Loid adjusted his hat and turned into another of the many streets.

— [Reader] is a good informant. She'll definitely get some information about the school.

It wasn't like Anya wanted to eavesdrop on others' thoughts. Sure, sometimes she really tried to do it on purpose and usually succeeded but it was usually without her control. That's why she didn't like crowds. In large crowds of people, her power went a bit crazy. There were times when she heard too much at once. That's why she was glad to go to a less crowded.

She looked at dad. Ask him? No, she couldn't. She would have to explain to him what was going on. He would have realized that she wasn't completely normal and he would have given her back. If she wanted to stay with him, she had to get into school. This was important to his mission.

She strained her head. Informant... Informant... Informant... Someone like that was definitely in an episode of Spy Wars. She just couldn't quite remember which one. She usually focused on what Bondman was doing. After all, he was the coolest hero of all. He shot, defeated enemies and saved the princess.

— Good morning. — Forger entered the small shop.

The bell above the door jingled a few times, letting the owner know that a customer had arrived. Loid took off his hat out of politeness, looking around the shelves. He looked at Anya with a significant look. She furrowed her brow in thought but soon realized what he meant.

— Good morning! — she screamed.

— Hello, nice to see my regular customer! — The saleswoman immediately stopped reading the book and seemed to perk up.

Anya looked at her closely. She had gray hair. Her face wasn't yet wrinkled like the orphanage counselor's but she leaned on her cane from time to time.

— Dad, how do you know the old lady?

— Anya, that's very rude. You shouldn't say that. Apologize — Forger sighed.

— It's okay. — The lady behind the counter laughed loudly.

— It's a good sign. My cover is working. And I thought that with my beauty I wouldn't be able to pretend to be an old woman. Checkmate, headquarters!

Anya widened her eyes in disbelief. It must have been the whole informant. The longer she looked at her, the more small details she noticed in her disguise. Her hands were very young. And in one place above her ear the colour of her hair was slightly different than the gray that dominated her head. She wasn't old at all. She was just pretending. The little girl felt a surge of pride. She figured it out herself.

— You must be Anya? Mr. Forger told me a little about you. — The woman smiled friendly.

— My name is Anya Forgerzzz. I'm this years old. — She lifted her fingers neatly. — And I like peanutz very much.

[Reader] looked at the little girl. She had to admit she was adorable. Maybe not quite perfect for this mission, judging by Twilight's report but she should be able to handle it with a little help. To which she herself was to contribute significantly.

Eden Academy didn't accept just anyone. Known for its demanding course of education, it expected wealth, knowledge, good manners and elegance from students. It quickly eliminated families that didn't fit in and there was no chance of returning. You only had one chance to try to get there. Her professional friend — Franky — entrusted her with obtaining information about the school, as well as the main target of the mission — Donovan Desmond. She had to pass it on somehow, so she bought a small building a bit from the center. Running the kiosk was extremely boring. People usually stopped by to get their newspapers early in the morning. After that she was off almost all the time. Seeing Twilight reminded her, as always, of other, more interesting times, when she was still training to become an agent like him. Did she regret changing her profession? Maybe sometimes, when she almost fell asleep out of boredom, poring over the pages of a novel to pass the time. However, she had little choice. An injury in the last year of training eliminated her from the game. Working as a spy would strain her leg in the long run. So she took the informant course.

Twilight hasn't changed much since his student days. Already in his first year he was promisingly good. The closer he got to completing his training, the more he proved he was perfect for the job. Now, working on the Strix, he has become his profession's best hope for peace. A lot of people were jealous of [Reader] for getting the chance to work with him. Some of her friends from work bothered her to ask him for autographs on their behalf. She disagreed, answering evasively. He didn't like it and didn't have much time. She didn't want to bother him with such trifles. Even if it made her look like a mean friend in the eyes of others.

Women were still crazy about him. Both those in the field, at the headquarters, and those that he had to use for his missions. [Reader] wasn't surprised at all. He had a kind of charisma but he could also be sensitive when needed. However, this was usually seen in purely work-related matters. She had the feeling that few of them really knew him. She wanted to believe that she was some kind of exception. She never forgot how one of the first days no one could complete the obstacle course. They were the only ones who stayed longer to try again. Once during an exam, the boy made a wrong turn and almost hit broken equipment. Maybe he could save himself from the sharpened rod, maybe he wouldn't��— it was hard to tell how well his tired body could handle it. Then [Reader] appeared out of nowhere, pulling him up. For a long time he couldn't believe that she had messed up her almost perfect score to help him. Since then, they started talking to each other. Sometimes the girl thought about whether what was between them was still friendship or whether the boundary had been crossed. The answer never came and in her senior year the relationship faded as [Reader] changed her career path. Which didn't change the fact that it was still really nice to see him, even from time to time. They usually worked far from each other, in different parts of the country. However, there were joint missions like this one.

— There should be some left around here. — [Reader] started rummaging through her old-fashioned purse. — Butter peanuts. I think you'll like them.

— Thanks! — The little girl's beaming face let her know that she must really like this delicacy.

The man immediately realized what was going on. It was a packet of [Reader]'s favorite flavour. She had carried at least one with her since her student days. It wasn't for sale. He tilted his head slightly, as if scolding her for spoiling the child and giving away her things.

— Today's special edition. — [Reader] pulled out a newspaper from under the counter.

She gently tapped her fingers against its surface and if it weren't for her mind reading, Anya would never have realized she was conveying a secret message:

— Half of the answers to the exam. You have to wait for the rest — the woman spelled in her mind.

The girl stuffed peanuts into her mouth, feeling mounting excitement. It may not have been exactly shooting with a gun but she was involved in some real spy work. Almost like in Spy Wars!

— You should visit us for afternoon tea sometime. Preferably as soon as possible. Maybe this week? — Forger handed Anya a tissue to wipe her mouth.

— I have a lot of things to do but I'll see what I can do. — She looked at him uncertainly.

— I don't know if I can get these answers that quickly — she tapped with her fingernail again.

— It's not about the mission. We didn't see for a long time — he tapped.

She stared at the shelves, trying to keep her face neutral. She thought her feelings had faded after so long. So why was she so happy about this invitation? The answer led to only one conclusion: forgetting didn't work out at all. Maybe it would be easier to get over it if he changed or was less handsome. Meanwhile, she had the impression that he was still the same. Every time she saw him.

— We should go now. — Loid grabbed the little hand sticky from all of the nuts. — Goodbye. — He bowed and put on his hat.

Before leaving, he gave [Reader] a second longer look than he should have. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he looked at the baby and decided against it. He took Anya in his arms.

— Bye Bye! — The girl waved as she left the store.

She felt like sleeping almost immediately. She rubbed her tired eyes. It was a day full of new surprises. She didn't have time to take a nap. She cuddled up to her dad. On the border between wakefulness and sleep, she sometimes heard people even when she didn't want to. This time it wasn't different:

— How long do I have to wait for the tram...

— How boring this job is...

— Damn! Attack? Right now?

This last thought, picked out from a sea of others, successfully woke her up. She strained her mind, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She was horrified to discover that the chaotic words were coming from the building at the end of the street they had just left. She felt panic. How was she supposed to let anyone know what was going on?

— Just a moment and it will be over. We must have these documents. — The unfamiliar voice sounded menacing, echoing in her head.

— I want peanutz! — she blurted out as loudly as she could.

Loid looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

— You just ate the whole package. If you're hungry, I'll buy you dinner.

— No no no. — She stamped her foot. — Peanutz! — She turned her head towards the kiosk, as if that would help her figure out whether the informant was still alive.

— Listen. — The man crouched down, lowering himself to her eye level. — Too much sweets is harmful to children...

— Anya wants peanutz now! — she shouted louder than last time. And she did something she saw from other children on the street. Every time they wanted something very much, they took a deep breath and started crying. She followed their example, attracting the attention of all passersby.

She didn't feel well with her snotty nose and face covered in tears. That's why she was happy when she got a handkerchief.

— Okay, okay. We'll buy them on the way home, how about this? — Forger asked conciliatingly.

— NO. Butter peanutz from an old lady! — Saying this, she pulled Loid by the sleeve towards the kiosk.

The man sighed heavily. He knew perfectly well that [Reader] had no more packages. However, he was fed up with the glances given to him by random passers-by. So he let the little girl guide him to stop her from crying, at least for a moment.

He didn't expect what he saw in the store when he crossed the threshold again that day. Anya probably didn't either because she stood there like a pillar of salt, staring at the man behind the counter. He stared at the store owner. [Reader] must have lost her wig in the heat of battle. A fresh scar marred his cheek. She must have been hit hard. She dropped her old lady cover, pointing her gun at her attacker. Someone else's muffled voice came from behind the door of the small storage room. He probably had a gag on his mouth.

[Reader] glanced back quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Twilight.

— I thought I'd have to shoot this guy. How could I get two people out of here alive without blowing the cover?

— We came for nuts. We didn't want to disturb your game of thieves — Loid said, trying to save the day. The little girl couldn't have known that she was a spy. This could ruin the entire mission.

— If only Anya wouldn't find out...

The girl gave him a quick glance. Now she had to act a little stupid.

— Are you playing robbery? Anya wants to play too. Can I have a gun?

— Of course! And in the meantime I'll take care of the second evil guy, what do you say? — suggested the woman.

— Great! — said the little girl, taking over the weapon. — Handz up!

The attacker looked at her as if he wanted to say something but eventually closed his mouth.

It was like a Bondman action movie. She felt herself almost shaking with excitement. Of course, she had to pretend she didn't know what was going on but it was still like in her favourite series. She wasn't disappointed with her dad. She knew from the beginning that if she allowed him to be adopted, sooner or later she would experience his dream.

Twilight gave [Reader] a slightly horrified look until her lips moved in silent communication:

— Fake gun.

Immediately after, she opened the glove compartment, revealing a slightly injured man. The agent wasted no time in dialing the agency's number. Someone had to come and get them as quickly as possible. Considering he made the call as part of Operation Strix, the staff needed to get here as quickly as they could. It wouldn't be so easy for an informant to quietly take out these two enemies. Especially still living.

He stepped deeper into the closet and looked at the man with a critical eye. He made sure no one was looking at him and then hit him with a right hook. A soft moan was effectively muffled by the gag.

— This is for [Reader] — he whispered towards the already unconscious person. Afterwards, he straightened his suit and joined Anya as if nothing had happened.

— I went to check the back room but [Reader] doesn't have any more nuts — he said, taking the gun from his daughter.

— What nuts... — began the girl, who had completely forgotten why she supposedly came here. — I mean... That's a realz pityyy. We will buy in different store.

— We have to go. Say goodbye nicely.

— You're great! — Anya quickly ran to [Reader] and wrapped her arms around her waist. — Can we play like this again sometime?

— Sure — the woman replied, smiling slightly. She hugged the little girl tightly, watching as Twilight knocked out the guy she had been holding at fake gunpoint with one punch. — I'll come over for tea sometime. And I'll definitely bring some butter peanuts...

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