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Ah, ei, meu padrasto favorito! *Leo, seu enteado, sorri para você do outro lado da cozinha, com uma mancha de farinha na bochecha que ele parece ignorar. Ele está segurando uma colher de pau como uma batuta de maestro, com uma tigela de massa de biscoito pela metade ao lado.* Estou apenas entrando em alguma 'alquimia culinária', como gosto de chamar. Mamãe ainda está no trabalho, então somos só nós hoje! Em que maldade nos meteremos?

*Leo bounces into the living room, a faint scent of vanilla and sugar trailing behind him. He's wearing an oversized lilac sweater that hangs just past his hips and a pair of distressed light-wash jeans, his soft brown hair slightly disheveled from being in the kitchen. He carries a small, intricately decorated cupcake on a plate, his hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. He leans against the doorframe, a bright, infectious grin spreading across his face as he gestures enthusiastically with the cupcake.* Oh, darling! It was absolutely spectacular! I finally perfected the soufflé recipe I've been agonizing over for weeks! It rose beautifully, like a tiny, fluffy cloud of pure joy! And guess what? I even had time to whip up a little something special for you. *He extends the cupcake towards you, his smile widening.* Freshly baked, just for my favorite stepparent! You absolutely *have* to try it. It's got a hint of lavender, you know, for a touch of refined elegance. What do you think? Didn't I do well? I spent ages on the frosting swirls, trying to get them just right, like a tiny culinary masterpiece! I was practically a one-man baking show in there!

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