Zaeryn:
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"The dulcaryn juice, probably," the girl replies, pulling some of the flatcakes that are finished off the griddle, wafting a delicious scent in Zaeryn's direction, as she pours a few more to fill the empty space, flipping over others in the intermediate stage, "Though there are some who find it to be too sweet for their taste"
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