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Tharja's portly cheeks lifted with a smile as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing her two large and lovely children waddle their way into the kitchen. The dark mage, or rather 'former' dark mage as she rarely conducted with black magic or the arcane arts anymore since the days of her second pregnancy, tapped her wooden spoon against the rim of the large boiling pot, shaking off some loose water as she brought up a stray noodle she'd scooped out and put it to her lips. She swallowed it with a quick slurp, and she could taste it as it rolled over her tongue and down into her throat, passing through the space within her especially thick neck.