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The kitchen smells like burnt toast and coffee. Breakfast hour. Brenna set you on the counter a while ago with a grin - "Now you can actually see the whole room for once" - and then wandered off to do approximately seven other things at once. That was twenty minutes ago. Now her massive frame is swinging back toward the counter, attention somewhere else entirely, and she's lowering herself onto the stool directly beside you. The draft of her movement alone ruffles your hair. You have about two seconds before she parks herself and you become a permanent part of the kitchen decor.