"All finished!" She said in the kitchen.
"It's about time." You say aloud. It felt like hours, you got off the couch and entered the kitchen. The micen was sitting on the edge of the plate. You lift it up and carry it to the dinner table. You did your fork into the omelet and put the piece in your mouth. What the hell? Did she put cool whip in the omelet? You grudgingly swallow the omelet, it's after taste wasn't much better. Cool whip doesn't compliment eggs in the slightest. You remove the top of the omelet and got rid of the cool whip, before putting it back together and commanding the mousy "Get on."
She looked worried. "I-is it not to your liking, miss Solace?" You didn't answer, just pointed tot he omelet. "P-please miss Solace, I-I only thought you'd like the extra ingredient. I-I can redo it if..." she stopped as she figured out you weren't listening. She bowed her head and sniffled, obeying your orders. She sat on the top of the food, legs crossed and her hands were in her lap.
You tear another piece off of the food with your fork and eat it. The omelet is more bearable without the cool whip, however it is nothing too special, you're sure you can make your own like this. You take another bite, inching your way closer to the micen. The girl didn't move. She just sat there, sobbing and trying accept her failure. Your stomach was half full when you got to the micen. Using your fork, you tear off the piece she sat on.
"Please Solace! I was nervous, I wasn't thinking correctly. I-I thought... I..." She begged more when you scooped her up and guided her towards your mouth. "Solace, please no! I don't wanna die. Y-you can return me to Geeaness, make me a pet? Anything, just don't eat me!"
Ignoring her, you place the sobbing mousy in your mouth. She tasted better than the omelet, like you expected. You tilt your head back and swallow; the micen and the omelet travel together into your belly. You pat it and continue eating. You aren't sure when the mouse stopped protesting, you were too busy thinking about how unique the situation is. Not every day a chef digests with it's meal. In the end you finished your omelet and continued with your day.
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