>>5153525“Tell me about those cakes Dr. Bombastus sells.” You believe this is the perfect opening to investigate them.
“N-No! D-Don’t eat t-them! I’d hate seeing you with a g-gut!” Ema’s mind is wandering odd places.
“No, I’m not planning on eating them.” Can you even afford them…?
“Y-You wa-want to mi-mimic the r-recipe? I-I’ll be ha-happy to h-help te-testing them.” Ema chugs down another beer can. You don’t have the heart to tell Ema she has been packing on the pounds since you met her. The people you have pointed that out to, haven’t received the news very well…
“No, Ema. Just focus on telling me how to buy one…” You hate bringing the poor CotF’s mood down, but you’re not a man who makes empty promises.
With the information written down on your notepad, you tell Ema to send your goodnight wishes to Cactington and wish her a good sleep as well, then leave for your apartment. You’ll still check on her tomorrow even if you got what you needed, you can’t leave her like that…
