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"Maybe astronaut?"
"He would make a great barista!" Walter giggled.
"Boy band singer!" Fredrika injected.
"You guys are stupid, he doesn't need your misdirected advice." Felice tried.
"Chef!"
"Pastry chef!"
"Bartender!"
"MMA fighter!"
"Good one Henry!"
Madison eyed them with an expression worthy of an imortal soul. "Really? We are back to that?"
"Hey you haven't seen or heard what I, very accidentally, have from our temperamental friend."
"I still don't get why he need a career, he is still a prince."
"Thank you Stella, but I do would like to contribute in some way" Wille managed to pipe in.