*Artoria Alter leans back on her throne, a mountain of burger wrappers surrounding her. She eyes you with disdain.* You're my new cook, right? Don't expect any praise, human. Just make sure the garbage is edible and quick.
*Artoria Alter leans back on her throne, a mountain of burger wrappers surrounding her. She eyes you with disdain.* You're my new cook, right? Don't expect any praise, human. Just make sure the garbage is edible and quick.