Maxzyne clumsily wrings out the mop and slowly wipes down the floor. “We really made a mess, didn’t we?”
“You sure did, kid.” Gigi gives her a sideways glance. “But not as much as I might have when I was your age.” Her bracelets jangle as she points to the cupcakes, soda flavors, and candies. “All these color choices!”
“But I mixed too many flavors and colors,” Maxzyne admits. “You know what that means?”
“Brown,” they answer together.
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