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They were clearing away the dishes when they got the big shock. Which they later agreed should not have been one, but they’d been seeing the best of him for awhile now. The rest of the family was clearing the table while Kuzco was still talking about his childhood, and Pacha and Chicha were only half-listening until the line, “And you know, maybe I shouldn’t have gone to her place for dinner, but she practically raised me so I never thought-”
Pacha choked, blurting out, “What?!”
Chicha simply stared at him, hands still full of dishes and one sharp eyebrow raised, for a long moment. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out, and turned to her husband. “That makes so much sense. That explains almost everything, actually.”
Pacha nodded mutely, still looking a bit dazed and horrified as he turned to Kuzco. “Hey, could you maybe... take some of these dishes into the kitchen with us?”
Kuzco blinked, looking between them for a second, but he grabbed some dishes. “Yeah, sure, why not. Um. What do we do with these? I know cleaning happens but like... how?”
Chicha gestured to the kitchen with her elbow. “Come on, we can show you.”
She waited until he’d gone past before sharing a fond and slightly relieved smile with Pacha. This was something they could help the kid fix.