[All Clarissa knows is that after weeks of her own wretched cooking this treat is like therapy for her taste buds — it's a miracle that she likes her food on the charred side, but considering that everything she makes just tastes ominously off...
Another scoop. As Clarissa raises the fork towards her mouth, a huge dollop of red goop rolls off and plops onto the table. Drat — Clarissa curses a little and sets her fork down in the pastry dish before beginning to scoop up the dropping filling with her fingers. She runs her tongue greedily over the sauce-covered digits before sliding them into her mouth, sucking on them innocuously.]
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Another scoop. As Clarissa raises the fork towards her mouth, a huge dollop of red goop rolls off and plops onto the table. Drat — Clarissa curses a little and sets her fork down in the pastry dish before beginning to scoop up the dropping filling with her fingers. She runs her tongue greedily over the sauce-covered digits before sliding them into her mouth, sucking on them innocuously.]