[Unaware that anything at all is amiss, Laguna is whistling as he strolls into the house, having stepped out to pick up milk and a few other necessities. All that cake and pie means they've been going through milk faster than ever. Setting it inside the icebox, he looks up when he hears Raine's exclamation, and sets about taking the stairs up to the second floor two at a time. He pauses in the frame of their bedroom door, looking concerned.]
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Honey? Everything okay?