[ The memory opens, warm and bright. A cluttered little kitchen; shabby but clean, except for the ingredients and the sugar dusted over the counter still. The Yuri standing by the tray of fresh cookies is younger than the one Judith knows: his ponytail barely grazes past his shoulders, but the little smile is unchanged. Everything about this memory is practically gilded. Golden sunlight, the bubbling laughter of the younger kids crowding around. The younger Flynn, his hair even more of a tousled dandelion than the current one, fighting a smile as he looks around at all this.
"Yuri, everyone's going to spoil their appetites if they eat these now..." ]
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"Yuri, everyone's going to spoil their appetites if they eat these now..." ]