The girl was relieved that the bear seemed to have all the ingredients he needed for her meal. Quickly the animal searched for the ingredients he needed for the meal and packed them aside.
Then he seemed to come up with other ingredients. Apparently he would also prepare the food for the other residents. What a hardworking animal the bear was after all. Homura felt a bit useless as she just stood there and did nothing.
“Hey, big guy, would it be alright if I could help you maybe? I feeling so useless if I’m just standing around here” She asked the big blue bear.
He apparently had all the necessary ingredients together, nothing extraordinary except for oje ingredient a small bottle which apparently contained poison. This was not usually an ingredient to be included in any meal, unless you wanted to kill someone.
Homura couldn’t imagine that the bear was going to kill someone, he looked far too innocent, but no one should judge so quickly.
“Please don’t misunderstand me, but usually you don’t use poison for cooking, I think it would be best if you put it away before you accidentally poison someone” the girl said.
She couldn’t know that the bear needed the poison for Black Hat’s meal and that he had no intention of poisoning anyone.
The bear seemed to cook more often, as practiced as he was with the cooking utensils despite his large paws. That surprised Homura a little bit. Maybe he knew what he was doing and the poison was not that toxic?
5.0.5 turned to her when she offered to help, he smiled and nodded, making delighted growls as he quickly took out a cook book and pointed out the recipe for the other meals so she could understand and follow what to do. He kept focused on handling the meal with the poison though.
He seemed a bit shocked that she thought he could potentially kill someone with the poison. 5.0.5 knew that it was dangerous but he’d made this meal so many times now he didn’t fear the poison. Instead he just shook his head when she asked him to put it away, and just uncorked the bottle, a puff of green toxic smoke leaving it. As he pour it, it sizzled away on the meal, of which he found satisfactory and then re plugged the bottle and put it away.
He was defiantly set on serving that to someone, though he acted to casually about it, because it was a common practice. One he was forced to learn how to perfect or else he’d be punished until he got it right. He set the meal aside to cook and then looked back to Homura, to see if she needed any help with what she was preparing.
