"oh, yeah. they're my favourite food. you want some?"

"good. now, did you have any other dishes you wanted to try?"

"me neither! but i'm happy to find out i was meant to. and if the gel works, i *will* have sisters!"

"ohhh, poppy gel is what brings me and the other toys here to, y'know, life."

she eats the last of her crumpets.

"i've got siblings. well, kind of. i was supposed to, but they never got made. however, i may have....'accidentally' dropped their concept art in some poppy gel."

she grins mischeviously.

"okay."

she quickly changes the topic.

"wanna know a secret i found out?" she says as she sits next to him, starting to eat her morning crumpets as she passes olive his cereal.

lily gently carries him downstairs to the kitchen.

"i can tell by the look on your face you didn't exactly sleep well. did you...wanna talk about it? or would you rather we focus on breakfast?"

lily immediately enters the room quietly, almost as if she somehow sensed that olive had a nightmare. fuck, she really is good with children.

"hi ol...you okay buddy? i made breakfast."

"...i'm not sure if i should be flattered or mad."

she pauses.

"if you eat any of my other plates or bowls or cutlery or ANYTHING OF THAT SORT, or anything else that belongs to me that isn't food, i will find a new taste tester, and no more free food for you. we clear?"

"YOU ATE THE BOWL!?"

she looks over. the bowl is in fact, gone.

"...i...i'm not..."

she checks the book.

" 'consuming this dish will result in its container being removed from existence'...oh that's just a load of burnt crumpets, isn't it... (she says 'burnt crumpets' instead of bullshit)"

"yay!"

"let me know when you're finished with that and we can move on to something else"

she checks a box in her recipe book. this recipe is fine as is.

nothing happens, and it's quite tasty.

"any good?"

"yeah."

lily shows them the recipe book. she's telling the truth.

"it *actually* says let it sit for 10 minutes, which...we have convienently used up by discussing this."

lily flips a page back and forth.

"waaait, no. that's a different recipe. you're fine. faceplant away."

"oh, of course...sorry!"

lily is genuinely taken aback.

"o-of course!"

lily wraps him in braids, and when he can see again, he's in front of a large pink dollhouse.

"my humble home!"

"i have a dining room in the center, a slide which can also be a waterslide, a stairwell, a kitchen with a strangely always full cabinet, three bedrooms, a second floor, a sewing room, a reading room, a bathroom, a few spare rooms, a cellar, a basement, a garage...and i think that's all of it."

writes that down too.

"reading cubby, noted. anything else?"

writing this down.

"okay! um...how about you? i wanna make you feel welcome too, just in case you ever visit!"

spoonful. if you try to eat it all at once it'll melt you from the inside out."

lily seems to get more distressed as she continues to read.

"maybe we should just throw this out..."

"oh, these are conductive pads. they do stuff. this one heats things! anyway, uh, that's the end of the recipe."

she stirs it, adds a few spices, and hands it to you.

"don't put your face in it, you'll melt. it says here it cools upon being lifted out of the pot in a small amount, like a (+)

"um...do you have any suggestions on how i can make zee more comfortable in my home? there's...a lot of negative rumors about me, and i'm afraid he's heard them and has become weary of me."

lily seems embarrased, like this is somehow her fault.

"i'll have you know my oven is perfectly intact!" (took it literally)

she pauses.

"waaait, i know!"

she opens a cupboard, inside it's empty, and there's a huge metal triangle bolted to the wall inside. it's a fiery red. lily gently taps it with the fruit. it imemdiately melts into the pot.

"alright...says here you just pluck it from the tree or buy it, and-"

she pauses, eyes wide.

"i'm supposed to roast this thing over EXTREME FIRE or VOLCANIC TEMPERATURES. what in the world..."

"woah, really? that's awesome! i'm lily. lily lovebraids!"

she clears her throat, preparing to say her advertisement catchphrase.

"the girl with flair and out-of-this-world hair!"

"no sir! i would never! i-i'm actually trying to make him feel safe around me! you have no idea how often people assume i'm just some monster...all i want is some friends, is that so evil? jeepers...and rory isn't exactly helping..."

she puts her hand to her forehead in frustration at the thought.

"no, i think it means heart as in taste. doesn't list any organs as ingredients. seems to be a fruit."

"oh, yeah! he's great! i...i'm getting the feeling he's hesitant around me, though..."