As soon as the door opens you are hit with the smells of cooking, and it all smells pretty damn fantastic. Inside are rows of bench-tables, each spread with a rather impressive amount of food. On the other side of the room is a closed door.
It tastes pretty fantastic. It won't fill your belly, but it does fill you with a lot of warm and happy feelings--like belonging and comfort and togetherness. It's like someone who loved you made this especially for you and you alone.
They're all tasty! It won't help fill your stomach, but it does feel really good to eat, like it was made just for you, by someone who loves you. A beloved family member--a mother, whether or not you remember one or even have one--someone who put a lot of love in this, just for you.
The door takes a little bit of fiddling, but does finally open. Inside is a room with a wide barred window, a loveseat, and an end table stacked with different types of wine. A man with red hair and a mask over half of his face lounges there, drinking. He gives you a critical once-over, then returns to his glass.
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[oh but turning briefly to Lenalee]
Thank you for your assistance, we shall be taking our leave now.
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As soon as the door opens you are hit with the smells of cooking, and it all smells pretty damn fantastic. Inside are rows of bench-tables, each spread with a rather impressive amount of food. On the other side of the room is a closed door.
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[stomach grumbles]
. . . Ahh.
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[after watching Mitchell for a couple of seconds, also grabs the nearest tasty thing, NOT PICKY AT ALL]
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—Everything is delicious!
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