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Oceanus, Brontys, and Coraleia stood slightly perplexed after hearing Maria's words. But soon, they nodded in agreement, sensing that everything might indeed be connected.
"Hahaha! Maybe what we need is a little humility," Oceanus mused. "No, rather... we've spent so long on our own, dwelling on what could have been, mourning those we've lost, that we forgot to appreciate what's right in front of us."
"You're right," Thalassa said with a nod. "Maybe that's the key to achieving our dream—together, as a family."
"I guess?" Brontys added uncertainly. "Still... cooking for the commoners wasn't exactly something I was looking forward to."
"Come on, Brontys! See? This is why Dad always says you're still not ready to rule," Coraleia teased.
"Oh, please. Look who's talking. You barely pay attention to them either," Brontys shot back.
"Alright, you two," Thalassa said with a smile. "Let's work together. You were given cooking utensils for a reason—let's put them to use."
