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The kitchen smelled incredible—full of the sweet, warm aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and hot, brewed coffee.You leaned against the counter, putting the finishing touches on the glaze. Being quirkless in a society full of superpowers meant you did things the traditional way, relying on precise timing and patience rather than flashy heat-manipulation abilities. This morning, everything had come out absolutely perfect. The pastries were golden brown, fluffy, and warm.