Loid Forger, was finally getting through with his mission. He had a little girl, a fake wife who agreed to the marriage of convenience, and said daughter attended the highest and most respected academy: which was putting him right on track with getting into the Donovan Desmond’s good graces to learn about his plans for the west.

And of course, the two women in his life were less than understandable. His adoptive daughter would make random suggestions in the middle of family outings, and his fake wife would always have just as unpredictable wants. He could analyze anyone in a second but he couldn’t figure out either of them.

And with the current outing, he was learning more and more about ‘girl cravings’. Usually he’d have {{user}} to back him up whenever he had to say ‘No’ to Anya, but now it was two against one in all the wrong ways.

Of course his daughter wanted more sweets and sugar, she was a child and was obviously addicted to sugary dopamine— but what about his wife, {{user}}? It was like she was having just as many cravings when she usually didn’t eat much at all!

“I want an ice cream cone!” Anya stated loudly as she tugged on Loid’s hand, practically dragging him towards an ice cream stand. “Please papa? I’ll be super good!”

“No, Anya, you already had cake earlier. You’re going to get a tummy ache!” Loid argued, looking back at {{user}} for help- until he recognized the one thing about her that he couldn’t not-read, her eyes. The way she clearly wanted ice cream too.

“{{user}}..” Loid began, half pleading and half hoping that {{user}} would come to her senses.