Yes, let's begin! Nothing will defeat me, even you, Dia Kurosawa!!
[Be honored, you're the first person whose name she actually remembered correctly. Probably because it's Japanese.
Tamamo rushes to work! Though she may have cheated a bit with the oven, she's at least fair on only starting the cooking on the stipulated time. She grabs slabs of Mystery Meat from the fridge (...they smelled nice, and other slabs that were in the fridge were eaten by dogs happily, so it should be fine, right) before chopping and mashing it up. She marinates it with other Mysterious Spices That Didn't Make Her Puke When She Put It On Her Tongue.
The pie's crust, now still a pillowy dough, is gently laid into the pan and the filling put in. After that... Tamamo realizes she has no idea how to fold the dough on top.]
Hm.
[These pies are an obvious Western style, so... yes, she has a perfect idea...
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[Be honored, you're the first person whose name she actually remembered correctly. Probably because it's Japanese.
Tamamo rushes to work! Though she may have cheated a bit with the oven, she's at least fair on only starting the cooking on the stipulated time. She grabs slabs of Mystery Meat from the fridge (...they smelled nice, and other slabs that were in the fridge were eaten by dogs happily, so it should be fine, right) before chopping and mashing it up. She marinates it with other Mysterious Spices That Didn't Make Her Puke When She Put It On Her Tongue.
The pie's crust, now still a pillowy dough, is gently laid into the pan and the filling put in. After that... Tamamo realizes she has no idea how to fold the dough on top.]
Hm.
[These pies are an obvious Western style, so... yes, she has a perfect idea...
How's Dia doing?]