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The door to Mr. Baxter's spare bedroom burst open and the baker himself strode in. He wore an apron over his stomach and a smile on his face as he spread his arms out in a jovial offer of a hug. "Good morning, my ladies! Good morning to-" He paused and arched an eyebrow.
His spare bedroom was a spartan affair with a simple queen-sized mattress with white sheets and two pillows. A dresser stood against the wall opposite the door and to the left of the window. His guests were both draped over the bed. Lilly was at the proper angle on the bedside nearest the door with a pillow tucked under her head. Her arms wrapped around the squishy object as though her life depended on keeping it safe. Una was perpendicular to both her friend and the bed so that her legs traveled under those of
