The next day, Renee Kane woke up to a fragrant aroma.
Puppets would never betray their masters, so to make cooking easier for Snowball, Renee Kane simply granted him access to her personal space.
In return for this trust, Snowball elevated Renee Kane's breakfast by at least three tiers.
Renee Kane's eyes widened as she looked at the food on the table, some of which she couldn't even name. "What is all this...?"
Snowball, holding a platter, wore a garish red and purple apron he had pulled from who-knows-where. He began to very seriously introduce the dishes to Renee Kane.
"I found these recipes in the cookbooks in your space, Master. This is Buddha's Hand Golden Roll, this is Shredded Chicken with Snow Fungus, this is Oolong Spits Pearl, and this is Almond Tofu..."
Renee Kane made a timeout gesture, staring at the exquisite dishes. "What kind of cookbook were you reading?"
Snowball replied with an innocent look, "The Manchu-Han Imperial Feast."
