[Koharu has a bowl of custard carefully balanced in both hands as she threads her way between the many helpers and normal chefs. There's not much room between the people and the counter--and she's about to slip by Latvia when she watches a bowl of whipped cream slip right out of his hands and whipped cream flipped everywhere.
She turned to save the custard from cream adulteration--but it does leave splatters of whipped cream on her arm and skirt.] ...Well that's a thing that can't be saved.
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She turned to save the custard from cream adulteration--but it does leave splatters of whipped cream on her arm and skirt.] ...Well that's a thing that can't be saved.