[ In hindsight, there probably would have been more options had she gone down to the Wild Harvest's kitchen, but that's a lot of steps. Even thhough she's spent a lot more time here the past couple months, Kazuma still doesn't keep much more than the bare minimum necessary, as far as his personal kitchen is concerned; but that just means he's more likely to keep his favorites up here, so it's fine.
She thinks.
She always has acted far too comfortably here. It is easy for her to slip into the kitchen like she owns the place, Fang at her heels. She abandons the jar of newly collected little starfish on the counter and out of the way to worry about later. Persnickety salt ratios could wait.
First, she'll make sure Fang has nice cool bowl of water, and then she will open that absolute luxury that is a refrigerator, looking it over curiously with a contemplative sigh. ]
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She thinks.
She always has acted far too comfortably here. It is easy for her to slip into the kitchen like she owns the place, Fang at her heels. She abandons the jar of newly collected little starfish on the counter and out of the way to worry about later. Persnickety salt ratios could wait.
First, she'll make sure Fang has nice cool bowl of water, and then she will open that absolute luxury that is a refrigerator, looking it over curiously with a contemplative sigh. ]
Now, what do we have...?