Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (

"Fine," she said, turning back around with a click of her tongue, "Eating it, then."

The rice was done - just the sidedishes and the vegetables, now, and of course putting the whole thing together. She had picked up and brought along a few cookie cutters shaped like stars and fish and other unimaginative but generally pleasant things. It was a crying shame that nobody made cookies cutters shaped like fists or skulls and crossbones - they would be altogether more appropriate. Kiriko wondered idly how long any of those would take to cut out by hand and firmly decided against it.

"Come help, since you can tell me if I'm doing it right."

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