That night, the smell of Lylia's cooking filled the workshop. She had made a big meal that included roast chicken, fresh bread, and a stew that tasted like comfort food. People were excited to eat because they had been eating bad food for too long.
Felix said, "Ahhhhh~ It felt like I tasted heaven... this... IS... DELICIOUS," while chewing on some chicken. "I love you, Lylia. Will you marry me?"
"No," Lylia said, not looking up from her food.
"Nooooooo..." Felix said that while stuffing his mouth full of stew.
Hammy, who had been exploring the kitchen, jumped over to see what was cooking. The slime landed on Lylia's shoulder and chirped with interest after it smelled good.
Lylia blinked at Greg and then at the thing. "Did you bring some slime home?"
"Yes."
"Of course you did." She reached up and pet Hammy softly, and right away he started to make happy chirping sounds. "What do you call it?"
Marina said, "That's Hammy. Short for hammer, because it has a hammer in it."
