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Adrien and Marinette took a trip to the P.O box to collect the cheese, which they couldn't entirely carry on their own. In fact, to transport it all, Marinette transformed into Ladybug and put 95 wheels of cheese into her yo-yo.
(The fact that her yo-yo could hold almost 100 wheels of cheese completely defied the laws of the known universe, but that was besides the point.)
The two of them brought all of the cheese to Marinette's house to count.
And, it was a lot.
As Marinette filled her family's fridge, and the bakery fridge with wheels of cheese, Adrien began to craft a spreadsheet.
Thanks to Plagg's login information being saved to Adrien's laptop, be was able to go through deleted conversations and figure out when everyone was contacted, and how much cheese they were blackmailed for. It was a simple case of multiplying the number of wheels by the number of weeks, multiplied by the average cost of a wheel of camembert per person.
He was able to calculate how much Plagg owed each person.
Needless to say, Plagg was massively in debt. Like substantially.
(Not like college-graduate level of debt, but still. Plagg owed serious cash).
The first thing that Adrien did was write off Gabriel and Nathalie's contributions as Charitable Donations. It didn't make up for the fact that they had been supervillians, but they weren't going to be repaid. They didn't deserve it.
Was it pretty? Absolutely, but Adrien was scarred after seeing his father's self-fanfic, so several thousand dollars of cheese was a small price to pay. (And that didn't even begin to count the trauma from the whole his father was hawkmoth deal. Yikes. We don't have time to unpack that though).
Then Adrien contacted everyone else, and asked if they preferred to be refunded in cheese or money.
No one wanted the cheese.
And Marinette was running out of places to store the cheese.
After filling every fridge in her home, and feeding Plagg 10 wheels, they were left with about a dozen wheels.
A dozen wheels of cheese.
Camenbert cheese.
That no one (except the immortal God of destruction) wanted to eat. No one that is, except for one bunny-themed hero who conveniently appeared in Marinette's room.
"Boo-"
"Ah!" Adrien jumped.
"Hahah." Bunnyx wiped tears from their eyes, "it never gets old."
"Let me guess." Marinette frowned. "You're here because Plagg never repaid you?"
"Me? I'm not even on that list."
"You aren't?"
"Nope."
"But you-"
"That was for fun."
Adrien scrolled through his official list. "Nope, no mention of Bunnyx or Alix."
"So," Marinette's eyes narrowed. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here, to take that cheese off of your hands."
Plagg hissed from the corner where he was napping.
Adrien gave Plagg a look. "You have enough cheese to last you months, and I know you just ate enough to make yourself sick. Bunnyx can take as much of this as she wants."
"Please." Marinette practically threw some cheese at Bunnyx. "There's not even room in the fridge for real food."
"Cheese is real food." Plagg mumbled, but no one listened to him.
Bunnyx grabbed as much as their arms could hold. "My fridge can fit about 5 of these."
"But... you just grabbed seven?" Marinette asked.
"Yeah." Bunnyx started unwrapping one. "This one is for the road, and this one-" they gestured to the wheel on the top of her pile, "needs to go back about a week. Bye."
"Bye?"
When they disappeared, Adrien blinked. "Is every interaction with Bunnyx that confusing?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Marinette shrugged.
"So, what do we do with the rest of the cheese-" before Plagg could chime in, Adrien kept speaking, "-no Plagg, you have more than enough."
"Well, I guess we could give it to Alix."
"Alix?"
"Yeah, they seem to like it."
"That seems like the best solution."
Weirdly enough, when Adrien and Marinette arrived at Alix's house, with the remaining six wheels, they were ready. Their fridge was empty, and-
"I've been expecting you. Come inside." Alix led Adrinette to their room. "The cheese can go there, thank you."
"I mean, really, thank you-"
"You're welcome." Marinette elbowed Adrien. "Just roll with it."
Only five wheels fit in Alix's fridge, but they assured Marinette and Adrien that that wasn't a problem.
As Marinette and Adrien left, Alix ate an entire wheel of cheese. In one go. With no hesitation or water break.
It was so chaotic.
Adrien could practically feel Plagg salivating from his pocket.
When all of the cheese was finally stored and or relocated, it was time to deal with the elephant in the room, Plagg's debt.
Adrien repaid his friends for the cost of the cheese.
It was the easiest solution. -It wasn't like Plagg had invested in the stock market years ago, was addicted to online gambling because he gave all of his opponents bad luck, blackmailed several celebrities into paying him in an offshore account and possessed his own bank account and income to repay them with-and once Adrien's father went to prison and Adrien was given ownership of the family fortune, Adrien had more than enough to repay his friends.
But that did not make up for Plagg's crimes.
In retribution, Plagg was sentenced to community service, but since he was a magical being, and couldn't do public community service, without causing panic, because apparently he looked like a demon, it consisted of cleaning out Gabriel Agreste's office and various lairs.
in time, Plagg made up for his various crimes, and apologized to each on of his victims individually. He even wrote an apology song for Luka.
But honestly, he did it and he'd do it again.
He even got to keep most of the cheese.
In Plagg's book, it was a win.
....
And if Plagg was still receiving secret weekly cheese payments from one Lila Rossi?
Well, no one else needed to know that.