At that moment, Slimy also peeked in from the doorway.
The blue slime carefully bounced to the edge of the kitchen, its round eyes fixed on the ingredients on the cutting board. It was obviously interested in food, but it did not dare approach the stove, so it maintained a safe distance, wobbling gently in place.
Zich glanced at it, cut off a harmless piece of food from the side, and tossed it over.
Slimy caught it instantly. Then the entire slime lit up, a soft glow pulsing outward from its core. It did not necessarily need to eat, but the simple act of Zich giving it something was enough to make it happy.
The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became strangely peaceful. Zich was cooking. Silver was humming tunelessly while cutting ingredients with flawless precision. The skeleton attendant quietly arranged the dishes, wiped the table, and adjusted the heat. Slimey happily bounced around nearby while doing its best not to touch anything hot.
