My mother. She's okay! So is our bakery. See, riiight — [ Turning on her heel, she points to her side. Beyond some of the more destroyed sections, a wide, squat building is still standing. Gold and red, with an ornate sign reading The Lucky Spoon. ] ...there!
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My mother. She's okay! So is our bakery. See, riiight — [ Turning on her heel, she points to her side. Beyond some of the more destroyed sections, a wide, squat building is still standing. Gold and red, with an ornate sign reading The Lucky Spoon. ] ...there!
[ Though that gives her a thought. ]
Were you...?
[ You know. Caught in that mess. ]