Day 2.9 the Disaster in the Kitchen
Back at the Shop
I stepped inside the shop, carrying the heavy bag of ingredients, and let out a long sigh.
> Me (internally): "Finally done… Now to eat."
Eve's was already waiting by the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently.
> Eve's: "Follow me."
I raised an eyebrow as he led me through a hidden door behind the counter.
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Eve's Home – The Kitchen
To my surprise, the back of the store wasn't just storage—it was an actual house with a cozy-looking kitchen and dining area.
> Me (internally): "Wait, this little elf actually lives here?"
Eve's took the bag from my hands, quickly sorting the ingredients on the wooden counter.
> Eve's: "Sit at the table. Don't move."
> Me: "...Am I a child to you?"
Eve's gave me a blank stare and pointed at the table again.
I sighed and plopped down, leaning back in the chair while he started cooking.
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A Sudden Disaster
For a while, everything was peaceful. The smell of spices filled the air, and I was starting to relax.
Then—
> BANG!
A loud crash came from the kitchen.
> Me: "What the—?!"
I jumped up and rushed over, only to see—
> A tiny, winged creature flapping wildly in the air, dodging gusts of wind from Eve's magic.
> Eve's (frustrated): "I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL OF IT HATCHING!"
> Me: "Uh… Yeah, about that—"
> Eve's: "YOU WEREN'T CAREFUL, WERE YOU?!"
> Me: "Define careful."
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Flashback: How the Egg Got Warm
As the tiny creature flapped around, I started thinking back to how this all happened.
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[Flashback: Earlier in the Market]
I was holding the mysterious egg, staring at it with mild curiosity.
The one-eyed woman who sold it to me had warned:
> One-Eyed Vendor: "Do not warm it."
> Me: "Huh? Why not?"
> One-Eyed Vendor: "It will hatch."
> Me: "...Okay, but what if I do this?"
I casually rubbed the egg with my palm.
> One-Eyed Vendor: "Don't."
> Me: "Alright, alright… But what about this?"
I breathed warm air onto it.
> One-Eyed Vendor: "...Don't."
> Me: "Okay, okay! But what if I do... this?"
I held the egg against my cheek, testing if it felt cold.
> One-Eyed Vendor: "DO YOU WANT A PROBLEM?!"
> Me: "Relax! I'm just checking."
I scratched my face lightly against it, lost in thought.
> Me (internally): "Feels smooth. Kinda nice to touch—"
Suddenly, the egg vibrated slightly.
I froze.
> Me (internally): "...Did it just move?"
I pulled it away, but nothing happened.
> Me: "Huh. Maybe I imagined it."
With that, I tossed the egg into my bag and walked off, completely unaware of what I had just done.
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[End of Flashback]
Back in the present, I scratched my cheek awkwardly.
> Me: "Uh… Yeah. So, maybe I warmed it a little."
Eve's glared at me.
> Eve's: "A LITTLE?!"
> Me: "Okay, maybe more than a little."
Eve's let out a tired sigh while still chasing the winged menace around the kitchen.
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Imprinting?!
Finally, after a few more tries, Eve's managed to catch the little creature, holding it in both hands.
He took a closer look, frowning.
> Eve's: "This isn't any ordinary beast… I've never seen this type before."
Before he could examine it further, the creature suddenly broke free—but instead of running, it flew straight toward me and landed on my head.
> Creature: "Mommy."
I froze.
> Me: "...What?"
The tiny thing nuzzled into my hair.
> Creature: "Mommy."
> Me: "...What."
Eve's, still holding his hands in the air where the creature had escaped, slowly turned to look at me.
> Eve's: "..."
> Eve's: "Did it just call you... MOMMY?"
> Me: "I think I'm having a stroke."
Before I could process anything, Eve's smacked me across the face.
> Me: "GAH—WHAT THE HELL?!"
> Eve's: "YOU REALLY DID WARM IT, DIDN'T YOU?!"
> Me (rubbing my face): "OKAY, YES, I WARMED IT! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"
The tiny creature let out a happy chirp, rubbing against my cheek.
> Me: "...This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in the game."
> Eve's: "It's only weird because you're an idiot."
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A Rare Creature?!
Eve's narrowed his eyes, looking at the little thing closely.
> Eve's: "This creature… I don't recognize it at all."
> Me: "Wait, aren't elves supposed to be experts on magical creatures?"
Eve's turned to me with a blank expression.
> Eve's: "How old do you think I am?"
> Me: "I don't know… a thousand?"
SMACK!
Another slap landed on my face.
> Me (gripping my cheek): "OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
> Eve's: "Did I NOT tell you NEVER to ask an elf's age or guess it's age?!"
> Me: "How was that even a real slap?! Are your hands made of IRON?!"
> Eve's: "Do you want another one?"
> Me: "No, ma'am."
I rubbed my swollen face, feeling like I had been hit with a metal plate.
The tiny creature snickered from my shoulder, enjoying my suffering.
> Me (grumbling): "Traitor."
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A Change in Plans
Eve's let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.
> Eve's: "Well, thanks to you, we no longer have ingredients for the egg dish."
> Me: "Oh no. Anyway."
Eve's squinted at me but surprisingly didn't smack me again.
> Me: "So, what now? Are you gonna make me clean again?"
Eve's crossed his arms.
> Eve's: "No. I actually… feel a little sorry for your stupidness."
> Me (gasping dramatically): "What?! The great Eve's the Scammer Elf feels sorry for me? Is this a dream?"
Eve's ignored me and started putting on his coat.
> Eve's: "I'm going out to buy replacement ingredients for my dish. You stay here."
I turned to look at the creature on my shoulder.
> Creature: "Mommy!"
I buried my face in my hands.
> Me: "... This beta game is something else."