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Ilya considered the square of dessert in front of him. "Barrett, you understand I will have to give you shit about this for the rest of your life."
"Shut up and have some," Barrett said around a mouthful. "My grandma made these, you're not allowed to be an ass to my grandma."
"Low blow," Ilya retorted, but Barrett wasn't wrong. Insulting a teammate's grandmother was more of an asshole move than usual.
Ilya plucked the nanaimo bar from the plate and popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Still extremely sweet, but the texture was good. "I like the coconut."