- Ummm...why do I feel someone watching me?
- Hello, Bernadetta.
- EEP! I, UM! SOMEBODY!
- Stop. I am not a ghost and I am not here to scold you.
I'm just here to get food because I'm hungry.
- I was stuck inside all day with work and missed
[cdb]my chance for dinner.
- HELP— Oh. So you're just like me, then.
- It's rather difficult being shut inside all the time.
I always lose track of the hour.
- Yeah, same. Um, but how'd you know I was inside all
[cdb]day today?
- Oh, no! Was this "work" of yours spying on me?!
- No. If I had time to spy on people, there wouldn't be
[cdb]piles of documents teetering atop my desk.
- Yeesh. That sounds rough.
- Wait, hold up. Why are you taking all those raw
[cdb]veggies? And that dried meat?
- Because it's my dinner. Which I missed. I thought I
[cdb]made all of this clear.
- What, so you're gonna eat them just like that?
Uh...not that there's any problem with that.
- Well then, Bernadetta, perhaps we could cook
[cdb]something together.
- Cook?
- Yes. You have a bit of talent in the kitchen, right?
Maybe you can take this chance to teach me.
- Uh, sure, I guess. I mean, if you're gonna insist,
[cdb]then I'll show you just how good I am!
- I think I heard you like this cheese and spice—
Aaah! The bag!
- All right, that should do it. What's the matter,
Bernadetta? You seem to be shrinking away.
- I can't do it. I can't cook in front of a stranger.
- I hardly think we're strangers at this point, but...
Regardless, it looks fine to me. There's no need for
[cdb]you to be so distraught.
- It's not fine! The spice bag ripped and they all fell in,
[cdb]and then I got so flustered I dropped an entire wheel
[cdb]of cheese in there!
- It smells terrible, and I mean really terrible.
There's no possible way it's going to taste good.
- Mmm!
- Whaaat?! OK, if you force yourself to eat that,
[cdb]you're going to be sick for days.
- I'm not forcing myself to do anything. It would be a
[cdb]shame to waste food we made together.
- So it's...not gross? You don't feel sick or anything?
Well, I guess I could try it, then...
- BLEEECH! So disgusting! How did you even eat it?!
- Oh, wait. Don't tell me...
- You're eating it as an excuse to say, "I hereby sentence
[cdb]you to death for feeding me horrible food!"
- Do you honestly believe I wander about executing
[cdb]people at will for the smallest transgressions?
- NOOO! I don't wanna die! Let me liiiiiive!
- Too much cheese and spice, is it?
- Heh.
- I suppose I'll bring her something else for dinner,
[cdb]since she only had one bite of this.