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Icarus took a cookie thankfully. Nitzana baked the best cookies, and Icarus was always more than happy to take a few. "You poor guys," he said, with no sarcasm or irony at all in his voice. "My stepmother cuts off my head with the blunt end of a chest while I'm still conscious, and then she tricks the next Marlinchen into baking me into a pie. And let's just say, you don't want to know what happens to the pie."

Airy simply nodded in acknowledgement of Loys, before leaping down from her barricade of chairs. While it was nice sitting elevated, it was getting awkward. Plus, it separated her from the rest of the group. That wasn't good. She wanted to be more approachable, she wanted people to like her and not just think she was a weirdo with an obsession for the scientific process and philosophy during the Age of Enlightenment.

"Hmm," she said. "Welcome to Dead Epics, where we talk about the imminent approach of death. Take a chair, if you want."

As if on cue, the tower of chairs began to break, falling on the small physician.