"All part of being human, isn't it?" Marron joked. "Just spreading yourself thin until you're overworked, exhausted, and no longer want to be here."
Mokko gently placed his paw on top of her head, and she felt the heavy weight.
"Mokko?"
He shook his head and ruffled her hair. "Don't joke like that. You already fell inside a dungeon once, chef."
She half-heartedly reached out and gently punched him in the chest, feeling her hand sink into his fur.
"Fine. I'm just tired. So many things to think about. Sometimes I just want to take my brain out and scrub it clean."
Marron shook her head and Mokko lifted his paw. "While I can't do that, maybe a change of environment will do me good."
"I was wondering where you were going to cook all this." The bear gestured to the tiny marble countertop and the fridge, both overflowing with ingredients. "Our kitchen is a bit small."
