While Mari was busy negotiating millions and Dia was observing her father's stoic approval, things at the Tsushima household were trending toward a much more... *chaotic* flavor of drama.
Yoshiko had barely stepped through the front door, her "dark mana" bundle held aloft, when she was intercepted. She hadn't even reached the dining table to summon her "familiars" (the four-year-old twins, Yoru and Tsuki) before a hand blurred through the air.
"My, my, Yoshiko! What is that heavenly scent?"
Before Yoshiko could strike a protective "Fallen Angel" pose, her mother—a woman whose energy often rivaled Mari's—had already snatched one of the bento boxes.
"M-Mother! No! That is the sacred sustenance of the abyss!" Yoshiko squeaked, her buns wobbling. "That belongs to the Little Demons!"
"It belongs to whoever is hungry enough to claim it first," her mother chirped, already popping the lid. She took a deep, dramatic sniff. "Oh! Ginger, toasted garlic, and... is that real *cakwe*? I'm just taking one, Yoshiko! Consider it a 'Mother's Tax' for all the times I had to explain your 'Little Demon' talk to the neighbors!"
She took a huge, blissful bite, her eyes practically turning into hearts. "Delicious! This isn't just porridge; it's a masterpiece! Give my compliments to the chef... or the ghost... or whoever made this!"
The Great Porridge Crisis
Yoshiko stood frozen, staring at her remaining bento box. The math was devastating.
* **Original Count:** 2 Portions (One for Yoru, one for Tsuki).
* **Mother's Tax:** -1 Portion.
* **Result:** 1 Portion.
At that moment, two pairs of small, sleepy eyes peered around the corner. Yoru and Tsuki, dressed in their matching black pajamas, looked up at their mother with expectant, hungry expressions.
"Mama... did the Dragon bring us the warm rice?" Tsuki whispered.
"I smell the garlic of the underworld," Yoru added, his stomach letting out a tiny, hungry growl.
Yoshiko felt a cold sweat break out. She looked at the single remaining bowl, then at her two hungry children.
The Fallen Angel's Solution
> **"Behold!"** Yoshiko declared, her voice trembling with the effort of being dramatic while panicking. **"The Great Fallen Angel Yohane... shall perform the Rite of Multiplication! (Which is actually just very careful portion control!)"**
1. The Ceremonial Divide
Precision Required
Yoshiko manifested two smaller, skull-patterned bowls. With the steady hand of a surgeon, she divided the single portion of Bubur Ayam into two exactly equal halves.
2. The Broth Infusion
Maximizing Volume
She added just a splash of warm water and a tiny bit more soy sauce to keep the consistency rich, ensuring neither twin felt cheated of the "dark essence."
3. The Topping Distribution
The Final Peace-Treaty
She meticulously counted every piece of shredded chicken and crispy garlic, placing them in identical patterns so the twins wouldn't fight over who had the 'stronger' bowl.
As the twins happily dug into their half-portions, Yoshiko leaned against the wall, watching her mother happily finish the stolen bento.
"I'm going to kill him," Yoshiko muttered under her breath, though her face was bright red. "I'm going to go to that school and make that Marshmallow-Papa cook ten thousand bowls of this to pay for the 'Mother's Tax'..."
She looked at her phone. The "Nijigasaki Five" were almost at Mishima Station. The peace of Numazu was about to end, and Agung was about to find out that a hungry grandmother is even more dangerous than a girl with a fruit knife.