>>12545320I decided to stay out of her personal business from now on, risk I let myself get humiliated again.
"Oh, well, then that's alright miss, I suppose. What I really wanted to inquire you about was this knife here," I flashed the ziplock to her, she kept herself from letting out another squeal, "do you know who it belongs to? We have a hunch it came from here."
She rubbed her arm, "W-Well yes! It did come from here, but, um, see, it's not mine! Honest! I'm not allowed to use those types of knives yet! It belongs to one of the chefs, I-I promise!"
Quags held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa, calm down spaz queen! We weren't implying anything, we were just curious. Now, are you sure about what you're telling us?"
"Y-Yes, I'm sure! I-I'm too low tier to use those kinda knives..."
Double shame. But not unexpected, she didn't seem to be the type that would want to stab someone twenty-four times anyways. If anything it clears another name off the accomplice list.
So which one of these other lugheads is responsible?
A) Talk to Head Chef Ock.
B) Talk to Apprentice Chefs Squishy and Mushy.
