Irein walks away from the Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, one of the rogue baking mammets under her arm. Erenville follows behind her, questioningly. Irein: So /y-you're/ one of th-the t-troublemakers everyone has b-been attributing to my ha-handiwork. Mammet Pâtissier: ProTEcT tHE cAKe! MUsT gEt BAcK tO thE cAKe!!! Irein: Hmm...n-not au-autonomous...couldn't be one of /m-my/ mammets! Erenville: (freefloating text) Assists in a whole baking spree, doesn't even think to bring back cake. Just a spare mammet...
Erenville catches up to Irein, unamused. She glares back at him. The Mammet Pâtissier in her arm continues to wail about getting back to its cake. Erenville: You aren't bringing it home with us. Irein: And wh-why not?! Erenville: Because you have too many! Mammet Pâtissier: MuSt pROteCt THe CaKE!!!
A shot from behind the pair as they wander off, still squabbling. Irein: So you c-can order a c-custom mammet of me, b-but I c-can't bring th-this one home?! Erenville: One! One is the operative word here! (And if I recall, it /ran away!/) Irein: This is t-tyranny! Erenville: Cry about it to your legal counsel- it can go to your island, but it's not coming home!
If You Give An Elezen A Mammet
-a short story unwillingly told by an irritable Shetona.
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