“Now how'd you snag that?” Willow asked, looking at her sister.
Willow had gone to her room after arriving several hours before but had heard the others go out minutes ago. Becca was sitting on the couch, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in her hands.
“Robin,” Becca said simply, patting the seat next to her.
Willow shook her head.
“I need to eat something.”
“There's ice cream in the freezer,” Becca called.
Willow opened it, looking through the appliance.
“I don't see it,” Willow called back.
“Really?”
Becca came over, looking over her sister's shoulder.
“Hmm. Don't worry. I'll...
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