[ Skye pulls a carton of mint chocolate chip out of the freezer, flings the door shut (which still sighs and compresses because Skye — and four-year-olds — is the reason that fridges have gaskets to prevent slamming), and heads to the island countertop where Ward sits to slam the carton onto the counter in front of him. ]
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What the hell is this? What are you doing?