Shortly after 5:00, Miranda's mom returns home. She looks around, seeing only an empty house, and heads into the kitchen. She smells something good in the air, and quickly spots the pan of dessert bars. She reads the note next to the pan and smiles.
"She's so sweet."
She takes a knife from a drawer and cuts out squares. She then pulls one out and moves a crumbling half of it before it falls to the floor. She savors its taste and tries to think of all that is inside of it.
"Hmm... Tastes like peanuts, M&M's..."
She puts the rest of the bar into her mouth and chews.
"Hm! I can't tell what's in this piece! Whatever it is... it tastes good!"
Although you weren't around long enough to know, this was the last moment before your shrunken body was still intact and in one piece. You'd been cooked alive in the oven, and were now chewed to pieces between her pearly-whites. But, hey, at least you made for a pleasant snack for Miranda's mom!
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