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Why no meringue?"
He shrugged. "The whipped cream has hints of lemon. It's close enough."
"...Can you not make meringue?"
"Alas," he sighed, and set his head on his hand, "my only enemy. To be fair, I didn't make the whipped cream either. You did."
"So, you aren't perfect?" I mock gasped, reeling away.
He rolled his eyes. "I'd be boring if I was perfect. I've always been bad at meringue, ever since culinary school. The peaks never peaked and I'm wholly impatient. My biggest downfall."
"That's your biggest downfall?
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