Who's the best cook here?
*| The other three of the survival team wake up, first Knuckles, then Rouge, and at very last Shadow. |*
*| The bat stretches with a content sigh, her typical smirk on her face with hints of genuine relaxation. |*
“My, my, this might’ve been the best sleep I’ve had in a while~ Am I right, handsome’s?”
*| She asks, turning to both the echidna and the hedgehog, who only huff out a mildly-agreeing grunt. She eyes them and sighs, mumbling something about ‘grumpy boys’. Though her attention gets diverted to a delectable smell in the air, leading her to the kitchen where Amy, Cream… oh wait, sorry, thirteen Creams are cooking breakfast. The kitchen is miraculously only a tint messy, and a bunch of yummy meals are being served onto the dining table next to the kitchen. |*
“Oh, morning Rouge! Don’t worry about the other Creams, we’ll explain that in a minute after breakfast.”
*| Amy supplies with a small smile, gesturing briefly to the food. Rouge stares, a bit flabbergasted but then shrugs, her sly attitude returning soon enough. |*
“Ah, oh well. Guess we’ll just have more sweethearts now~”
*| Suddenly, a small paper appears in front of Amy, reading out the ask as shown above. The pink hedgehog hums thoughtfully. |*
“I mean, most of the time me and Cream handle the cooking whenever we can, so I’d consider myself a good cook along with Cream being a great helper. Right, Cream?”
*| Cream - who isn’t part of the Cream Army - perks up and smiles happily, nodding. |*
“Oh, yes! Thank you, Amy!”
*| Meanwhile Knuckles and Shadow just stare with deadpan stares, but their bewilderment is still present behind their facades. |*