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“You’re sure it wasn’t an akuma?” Marinette asked, looking at the cat purring in her arms.
A cat, who was apparently Chat Noir under some strange spontaneous effect of his Miraculous. She would have to ask Tikki if that was something she’d need to worry about, too, but Marinette was in costume at the moment.
“Yes,” Plagg said, “I’m sure.”
“What do I do to fix it?”
Plagg shrugged. “You’re the Guardian.”
Helpful.
Well, Marinette thought, there was always the tried-and-true curse-breaking method. So she leaned down to give him a kiss, making sure to keep her eyes closed tight.
