The panderan giggled as you struggled in her grip. She took a wine glass from a cupboard and put it on the counter. With another giggle she dropped you into it. She then pulled out a pot, filled it with water and put it on the stove to heat up. She grabbed a pack of noodles and placed it beside your glass. Pan-Li pointed at your miniscule form and said something to you. In spite of the language barrier, her meaning was obvious. "Don't move."
She walked out of the kitchen, swaying her hips as she did, and before she passed out of sight she gave you one last sultry look over her shoulder. The moment she was out of sight, you tried to escape, but the walls of the glass were too high and too smooth, and no matter how hard you tried to climb, you'd just slide down without making any progress whatsoever. "I gotta get out of here," you thought. "Who knows what she'll do next?! I could be part of those noodles she's making! No, no," you said to yourself. "I'm being silly. She obviously likes me, so she can't be planning on eating me... Right? Damn it! How is my best case scenario here that I'm going to be savaged by a lovelorn panda?!"
Minutes passed, and you could hear the sounds of Pan-Li getting ready. She began singing that damn song again as the water began to boil. Eventually she returned. She was wearing a new dress, similar in style to her old one, only this one was dark red with golden flowers on it. She had reapplied her make-up and black lipstick. Her hair was dry but still undone from her typical bun. She paused in her song to blow you a kiss before heading over to the stove and preparing her noodles. You watched her with a lump in your throat and every now and then she would look over at you to giggle.
"She's not gonna eat me," you thought, trying desperately to reassure yourself. "She's not gonna eat me, she's not gonna eat me."
You repeated that mantra for several minutes until her cooking was done. She prepared a single plate with a massive portion of noodles for herself, then grabbed your glass and a bottle of wine, and sat down at her table. She tipped you out of the glass to fill it with wine, and caught you in her giant paw. Despite the admittedly wonderful smell of the meal she'd prepared, it was only when she looked at you that she licked her lips.
Your knees nearly gave out while standing in the palm of her hand.
"She's not gonna eat me, she's not gonna eat me, she's not gonna eat--"
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