Less than minutes later, Cinnamon went downstairs and head towards the open-plan kitchen (kitchen/dinning room combo), where her dad, aka Mr. Strawbrgery, is cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, dad," Cinnamon said as she sat down on one of the empty chairs.

”Good morning, Cinnamon,” he said while still paying attention to the stove. “Um…I have found classified information.”

”Wait, what?” Cinnamon prompted.

”Classified information,” he said.

”Classified information?” She asked.

”Yeah,” he said.

”About The Baroillain?” She asked.

”Yes, and Haddie the Monster and their henchwomen,” he said as he pauses cooking, turns around, facing Cinnamon upfront while placing her hand on the classified envelope - the same Classified envelope that he stole from The Baroillain’s headquarters - that was opened since last night. “I got into a sneaky sneak on The Baroillain’s headquarters yesterday. And I found this mysterious envelope that says the word ‘classified’ on it.” He then open the envelope and pull out the papers containing information. “And I wonder if they have sinster plans,” he continued. “And it turns out there’s something about building a device or something.”

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She tilted her head and upper body slightly upward closer as she glances at the envelope papers.

“You can check it out yourself,” he continued as he turns back around and resumes cooking breakfast. “It may or may not be accurate. But I have been investigating these evil creatures since recently.”

She then takes a closer look of the classified papers, which, again, contains information about “something about building a device or something”…what her dad just said.

As Cinnamon is glancing the classified papers, her little sister Cinnimon walked into the open-plan kitchen.

“Hey big sis, what’cha doing?” Cinnimon asked Cinnamon as she sat down on one of the empty seats.

“Just looking at information that is none of your business,” Cinnamon said to her, indicating that Cinnimon has not been involved in the battle.

“Hey whoa whoa,” Mr. Strawbrgery said as he tried to calm down.

“Well it’s my business when I heard good and well that my big sis is having big-ass trouble kicking some big bad’s ass,” Cinnimon said to Cinnamon, indicating that, somehow, Cinnamon’s little sister have some knowledge of her getting trouble defeating Haddie or The Baroillain.

“Guys!” He shouted.

Cinnamon and Cinnimon stopped arguing and glanced at him.

“It’s breakfast, we don’t have time for arguing,” he continued before he resumes cooking breakfast again. “We have time for love and togetherness and…stuff like that.”

And then there’s silence.