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Christina’s pout is so lovable you almost change your mind, but you know how she is—she proves this to you by smiling and plopping several big pancakes onto your plate, then several more on her own dish, and abruptly spins away, her round hips swaying side to side as she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out some carrot shavings to top her own breakfast. She winks at you as she sits down and begins to eat.

You know something is up; she has a funny gleam in her enormous green eyes.