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For more than two hours, we toured the packhouse. I was amazed, as we still hadn’t covered the large mansion entirely. Just the important areas. We started with the top floor because, as expected, it was for the alpha family. The floor broke off into three separate suites. Each apartment was completely self-contained. We started with the suite that the twins and I would be sharing. The twin's kitchen was impressively stocked, and their mother boasted about how often they made their own meals. Excited didn’t begin to cover it. I could not wait to try their food for myself. I couldn’t cook. I burnt toast. It just didn’t hold my attention long enough, and I often forgot that I was making anything at all and would walk away. Later I would return disappointed to burnt food, and in time I gave