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I want to see what kind of potato-gun-making, lock-pick-wielding, bathtub-armada-creating children I might have with you.
“Yes, I gathered that from the shriek.” This time Rias leaned in for a closer look. “It wasn’t a shriek.” Tikaya scowled at his back. “It was... a high-pitched exclamation of surprise.”

