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[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

As reality shifted again, a restaurant slowly leaked into being. The girl was sitting on a table, swinging her legs and being more quiet than usual. Although....something was off about the place. There were no people, but everything was arranged as if the place was open and bustling. There were...there were no windows. One of the doors to the kitchen was slightly ajar.

[Ryan Naismith]

"hey... what's that? the kitchen's open. ya wanna grab some food? it'll help your stomach." he offered the girl a smile, standing. for now. he didn't notice the lack of windows, or more, he did, but didn't think much of it.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

She simply sat there and gurgled in response. At some point she had stopped swinging her legs. In one of the darker corners a tree was finding difficulty in blending with the area. It dumped some snow on the carpet and faded away.

[Ryan Naismith]

"I think that's a yes then." He walked around, taking the girls hand into his and leading her to the door that was slightly ajar. He looked briefly at the fading tree, quickly looking away. ehe dismissed it, thinking of it as some sort of transition glitch or something.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

She numbly followed him and sat on a bench, sagging slightly. A faint cracking sound could be heard on the edge of hearing from the other room. Other than that, little else happened.

[Ryan Naismith]

Barrett gave the girl a pat on the head, peeking into the kitchen, he was fairly sure he had heard something. another person, perhaps?

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

She closed her eyes and leaned into the pat again before finding a place to sit. The kitchen was clean and ordered. Knives and other utensils hung in order, gleaming in the light. An exit sign flickered over the curiously flat exit doors. They appeared to be painted on the wall.

[Ryan Naismith]

Barrett chuckled, eyeing the door. he figured the things were like invisible boundaries from old video games or something. He turned to the child "You a good cook, or should I?"

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

She mumbled something incoherent and lay on her side, definitively requesting that Barrett take charge of this one.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Right." he nodded "i'm thinking... french toast! it feels like morning, anyways." He went about the kitchen, turning on the stove, grabbing pans, and making various other preparations

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

The light levels dropped a barely noticeable little, and the doors the two had come through made faint cracking noises. AngelA watched Barrett work with slightly glassy eyes.

[Ryan Naismith]

Barrett sung a happy song as he cooked, pouring eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, and milk into the a dish, mixing them together. then he dipped the bread into the mixture, making sure to coat both sides evenly.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

The exit sign flickered out. The smells were waking AngelA up a little but she only opened her eyes and followed Barrett around with them. No need to use any more power...

[Ryan Naismith]

Within a few minutes, the french toast was done. the stuff was relatively simple to make. He kneeled down, offering a piece of bread to AngelA.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

She yawned and sat up, taking the toast and crunching into it. She was amazed at the sensations, the texture and taste. It was real food. She munched until it was gone and sat up straight. She wiped her mouth and hands before giving Barrett a long, appreciative stare. As she had eaten, the exit sign had returned ed to a full glow. The main lighting had done the same, and the doors caught the light like 3d objects again. AngelA's tail wagged.