The most unexpected thing for Midnight to find was right before her eyes, "I've tested this a few times and there are still failures. What could be wrong." Mordant was sitting perplexed in front of the stove. Midnight looked at him like she was seeing a crazy person.
"Hm? I see you are awake. I was attempting to create the meal from the other day but unfortunately, the tools here seem to be in poor condition." This single phrase was enough for Midnight to growl severely. She was sure that Hilda would not care who or what was saying her kitchen was not good. She would go at them and kick them out in an instant.
"Why do you say that I am the problem? Are you challenging me?" Mordant wasn't sure what was going on. He had copied what he thought had ha[pened and come out with nothing but charred meat. Now he was assuming that Midnight was going against him instead of listening to what she really meant.
