[Unusually for Anko, there's a half-finished sweet bun on the table. Unusual in that it's *half-finished*, and she's not nomming the rest of it currently. Instead, she's just leaning there with her elbows on the table, staring at it miserably.]
Sweets taste like nothing.
[Her head thunks down on the table in exasperation.] Urrrrgh, what the hell
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