After escaping the Jilted Lover, Marron made sure the omelet rice was still beneath the silver domed lid. She ducked inside the diner and quickly found a takeout box that didn't smell like mildew. Someone had the foresight to store it folded flat in a transparent bag.
She thought of buying a lacquered box from her System, but the Lieutenant wasn't that special.
Marron had just placed the lid on top of the omelet rice's takeout box when she heard a delicate tapping sound from the large stone doors.
"Come in."
It was the guard mimic--with a serious look on his face. "Do you have the Lieutenant's meal?"
"Right here," she said happily. "I didn't know what time he'd order one, so I just cooked--"
The guard mimic clicked its tongue. "He expects you to cook for him after you serve your customers."
"Ah." Marron felt sheepish. "w-well, I was being haunted by the Jilted Lover, so I wasn't able to--"
