"I'll be in the kitchen. No peeking! The recipe is a secret ~ze!"

With that, Marisa runs into her kitchen and locks the door.

While the cottage looks fairly ordinary outside, the inside is another story. Anon just looks from side to side, with mouth agape. There are books, tools, clothes, and other assorted junk scattered in every direction. To the left, there seems to be a dress cabinet overflowing with black and white dresses and hats. There are a few paintings hanging on the walls, but they are covered with a thick layer of dust. He secretly hopes that she isn't growing mushrooms in here.

Anon manages to make his way to a table on the right side, sitting near the window. Alice takes the seat across him. Her doll floats and lands in her hands.

Now more relaxed, Anon takes a closer look at Alice. She has smooth, alabaster skin. Her face is perfectly sculpted, like a doll. Her clothes match her quite well. Looking closer, he can't help but look away to hide his own blushing.

A couple of minutes pass in an awkward silence. Anon looks down at his shoes as he tries to find a subject for conversation. Unexpectedly, Alice speaks first.

"Thanks for earlier. You don't seem like a bad person."

Anon looks up to see Alice smiling gently.

"Flustered Alice is cute, but a composed Alice is fine too," he thinks.

He immediately pinches himself.

Focus.

It seems they have a few minutes before Marisa finishes cooking.

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