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who stole your heart and the key?

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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[Calling from the room - ]

Please make something delicious! I'm looking forward to it.

After a while, a delicious smell of eggs, rice, and chicken comes from the kitchen, and then the puppet emerges carrying dishes.

"You seemed like you'd prefer a childish meal, so I made omurice."

[SHE IS EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD and not remotely offended because she thinks she's a kid anyway. What does get her, though, is -]

Omelette... rice? Is this breakfast? There's no toast or bacon here.

There's a hint of indignation to the puppet's otherwise monotonous tone as it sets the food down with utensils. "It's a meal."

It's only one component of a breakfast. Haku, this is an omelette. Eggs aren't a meal.

[She says, but she opens it up to eat it anyway.]

... Ah, it's stuffed.

"Eggs are an important part of a meal. There's rice and chicken inside as well. Obviously."

His voice sounds a little more human now.

[There's a while without any response, because she's too busy eating to keep insisting omurice isn't real people food. When she puts her spoon down for the last time, the plate's basically clean.]

It was delicious, thank you. Now, where is the rest of the meal?

There's a pause. When the puppet speaks again, its voice is more monotonous once more. "You have a quest you're on, don't you? A journey...you can't take the time out to eat an entire feast."

[... Goes a little pink]

Ah, but -

[This is fun. Sitting in a real (fake, real-looking, whatever) house eating a meal is fun. She missed this.]

I suppose that's true... ah, but if that's the case, won't you make me a snack to eat during my travels?

"...all right."

The puppet doesn't take much convincing before it gets up and heads into the kitchen again. A few minutes later, it returns with a paper bag, which it sets neatly down in front of Elaine. The bag is full of riceballs.

[Peeking into the bag -]

... It's more rice. You certainly seem to enjoy rice, Haku. Is that true for the you outside of this place as well?

It speaks blandly. "It's a useful foodstuff. I could have made you omusoba instead, though."

Omelette soba? Soba is a type of noodle - is that correct?

[Wait a second.]

I suppose that I should be leaving. Please tell me more about this omelette rice in the future.

"That's correct." It pauses. "Please move on and stay safe here in Hell, Elaine."

If you make me this omusoba later, then I'll be certain to stay safe!

[Well. She's leaving anyway though. She waves and makes for the door.]

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