Anonymous 04/29/2026 (Wed) 06:16 No.18350 del

>"... The Phantom Chef has struck again!" He whirled around with a showman's declaration that would make Luan proud. "And mid-cook no less!"
>"Why if you or I had been a mere moment sooner, I think we'd have got'em!"
>Liena blinked.
>Then nodded so fast her head became a blur.
>Yes yes I was trying to catch the Chef. Ignore the big spoon.
>"It's a shame," Lincoln sighed. "They're really great." He marched over to one of the pots, and raised the lid to waft up the broth mist. "Making all this good food for us, and without any thanks or appreciation." He tutted. "Maybe they're just shy, but I think they're doing a great job- don't you Liena?"
>Nodding_head_blurr.exe
>But now there's some red from her cheeks!
>"Well, we've interrupted their hard work." Lincoln sighs and put his hands on his hips. "And this mysterious person has fled... it would be a *shame* to let this all go to waste..." he put a finger to his chip as he 'thought'.
>"Ah-ha!" He grinned and turned to Liena "I know, why don't *we* finish the job together!"
>Liena's mouth dropped open.
>He waved his hands in front of him, "now, now, I know you're too little to chop and cut- I'll handle that! Buuut- we'll someone *else* to stir the stew and watch the oven, and you look like a *great* stirrer to me!"
>He sticks out his hand, "what do you say there kitchen-buddy?"
>Liena stares at his outstretched hand for a moment. Then her face lights up with the biggest grin he's ever seen on her and she grabs it with both of hers.
>(They both ignore the spoon clattering behind her).
>The Phantom Chef had already done most of the work, so it only takes ten minutes to finish up. Somehow Liena always knows where some utensil or spices are, and where the eggs are hiding.
>Enough food for everyone plus a little extra for the pet tax, a rare hot lunch in this house when Lynn Sr was out.

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