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Triple Threat

At no point do Jose, Panchito, Ari, or Xandra mix up the triplets. I really like it because I imagine they each have their own method of telling the nieces apart and it implies they've spent the months in the cabana getting to learn the girls' idiosyncrasies. Donald for sure knows them too and you can just tell he was teasing them because his own nephews hate being mistaken for the wrong sibling. The charm in this is realizing they could show up in their spy gear or swap turtlenecks and fool nobody. Plus it's really funny to think Sheldgoose's security later built three identical dossiers on Daisy's hooligans.

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June: I'm bored.

April: Wanna head to Tech Land with a grill and see who bursts into flame?

May: I'll get the marshmallows.

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Lena: *minding her own business in the kitchen*

Violet: *unfurls her tongue halfway across the table to sip the last drink out a glass*

Violet: "Pardon my reach."

Lena: "And I'm the magic one?!"

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Thoughts That Keep Me Awake

Xandra called a phone a magical device and it’s played for laughs she doesn’t know what technology is how silly. Later June May and April throw a phone into a fire and kill a random phone employee. So it was magic and Xandra picked up on this using a sixth sense. Spirits inhabit technology. May said she threw a laptop in the fire too as if she regularly burns things like an adorable pyromaniac. How many people has she banished/killed? They can commune with spirits using a necromoniduck and the line for the underworld also implies a DMV like punishment and working in retail is one way out or a further punishment for sins. Xandra doesn’t even know she was right and AMJ were sort of wrong. Where do the girls even sleep in the cabana and do they really cook and clean for the group?

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Not as exciting as runic baggle, but it does have books and trespassing after  hours for the sake of reading in the forbidden section

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Violet: I have arrived to the conclusion shadows have no sense of taste.

Lena: What makes you say that?

Violet: Your hot chocolate is composed every liquid spice we have in the pantry and the marshmallows are in fact diced peppers from the garden.

Lena: You took away my marshmallows?!

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Hey check out this risque fanfic of everybody’s favorite hummingbird I found.