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[swordthrowing]

[S'up, Ladygardens. Yumeko is currently inside the Spaceship — somewhere in the kitchen, most likely, from the looks of the background. On top of the counter she is standing behind, a number of sugar skulls are lined up. She glares at them. The names written on them don't bother her, but—]

"Excuse me," I begin, sounding irritated. [No, that isn't a sudden switch to first person prose. She's just...narrating her actions. For some reason.] "But could someone explain to me what the meaning of this is? I don't know how I'm expected to make adequate meals for Lady Shinki when all that's available to me are...these." I gesture toward the skulls. [And she does, fairly aggressively.]

I set my hands on my hips and sigh. [siiigh] "There's hardly any food to be seen, no matter how far out I go. And to make matters worse, after going too far, I wound up like this," I explain, placing a hand to my chest to indicate myself. I mean the fact that I can't seem to stop narrating my actions, of course. "Does anyone know what to do? It's not as though I don't have any food stored up, but I'd rather not be stingy..."

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[notvitiligo]

The dirt can make food. But you're gonna have more... stuff like your current problem.

Judging from the pattern of this place, it'll get better in a week or so. Hopefully.

[swordthrowing]

I wrinkle my nose and scoff. [scoff!] "I'm not going to serve Lady Shinki something made with dirt, and I've already had my fair share of food doing things it shouldn't, thank you very much."

[notvitiligo]

Well, it's that or malnutrition, so I guess whatever you think is healthier.

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph, I guess... But what if something happens to Lady Shinki because of it?" I frown. [She tucks some hair behind her ear, too, but the gesture is absent-minded enough that it slips through her narration filter.]

[notvitiligo]

"Why don't you ask her?" I ask.

Sorry. It's like a yawn...

[tookupthesword]

[There is a blue haired girl seemingly consumed in laughter about someone's speech impediment happening right now. It does not seem like she will stop soon. Alice isn't going to even try and touch this one.]

[majin_fukushou]

... Yumeko, dear, did you go to that cafe with the tiny box men again?

[swordthrowing]

"I certainly did not!" I bristle. [She snaps this a little more forcefully than she normally would, being that she's already on edge, but the moment she realizes that—] My eyes widen and I sheepishly look away as I explain, "I tried looking around the jungle to see if there was anything edible growing there, and after a while this just — happened."

[swordthrowing]

"This isn't funny!" I slam my hand down on the counter! [Oh, boy, she's even exclaiming her narration now. One of the skulls tips over and rolls slightly.]

[swordthrowing]

"Don't mock me." I make a face. "It seems I have no choice but to do that, though..."

[notvitiligo]

I'm not. It's just kind of contagious, I guess.

But seriously, ask her. She's the one you're doing this for, right?

[tookupthesword]

Come on, not even a little?

[swordthrowing]

"Not at all."

[swordthrowing]

"Of course." I pause momentarily, thinking. [pause] "One of the machines here can make beverages, but I believe I still need ingredients for the actual meal..."

[tookupthesword]

Maybe I'm just desperate for a laugh...?

[notvitiligo]

I have some stuff at my place, but full discretion: it's all dirt-made.

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph." I cross my arms and tap a foot. "It's improper to have one at someone else's expense."

[swordthrowing]

"I do have some food stored here, but if no one is sure how long this situation will last, I can't be sure how best to ration it." I tap a finger. "Maybe I could supplement one with the other."

[notvitiligo]

Like I said, a week, maybe two if we're really unlucky.

Let me know if you get desperate. Much as I hate it, sweets are not exactly a good nutrition option.

[tookupthesword]

I wasn't exactly proper much in the first place.

[majin_fukushou]

Oh well... While it's not quite as cute as when you were suddenly a child again, this is still pretty endearing~

[loveswaffles]

Well that's random.

[but maybe a little neat.

it'd make for some interesting storytelling. like horror.]

[swordthrowing]

"It's irritating," I correct.

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph. I don't see how," I mutter. Even if I didn't like it, I can at least see how someone could find my being a child cute, but this... "It's inconvenient. I can't even keep my thoughts to myself."

[swordthrowing]

"A history of rude behavior doesn't make it any less rude," I sigh.