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Kim's cheeks, hair, and clothing are bespattered with gobs of batter.  So are the walls.  Her gaze is glazed.  Her pulse is pounding.  She is in visible shellshock, wandering between "Ron!  Help me!  Don't desert me!" and   "Ron!  You're overprotective!  Don't be so clingy!" Ron stands behind her.  His hold on her is firm but gentle, both to guide her hands, to keep her from bouncing off the walls, and to partake of the guilty pleasure…of the intoxicating closeness…of her presence… …Correction…of the intoxicating closeness of both their presences.  His hand is slowly guiding hers as she stirs the spoon.  She wishes he would wrap his arms a