Fantastic Racism"Marisa?" Flandre popped her head in the open door. "Remi let me come over to play today!"Fantastic Racism by AnonDesu
"Oh!" Marisa smiled, wiping her hands on her apron as she stepped out of the kitchen. "I was wondering if you'd come."
"I found a new dance of fairies out in the woods," Marisa said, patting the girl on the head as they went into the kitchen. "I'll fire up the oven. Go get some Gift, could you?"
"What are we going to do?" Flandre asked, peeking over the table.
"We're throwing them a party," Marisa answered, pouring two glasses of juice. "A National Socialist Party."
"Is that the kind with cake?"
"Yes, Flandre. That's the kind with cake."