Rosalina walked into the kitchen and looked around.
It was small, barely large enough to be called a proper kitchen, but it would do. She had even created a chimney, which was arguably the most important part of the entire arrangement, so at the very least, the smoke wouldn't fill the entire tree whenever she cooked.
It wasn't exactly luxurious, but after everything they had been through, Rosalina wasn't in a position to complain about a little lack of space.
With a small sigh, she turned her attention toward the fireplace and picked up several pieces of dry firewood.
Cooking had never exactly been one of her greatest talents. Most of what she knew had been taught to her during her childhood training, where even seemingly mundane skills had been treated as matters of survival.
