The rest of the cooking contestants judging goes fairly smoothly, with a number of fancy dishes attracting attention from the crowd and impressed reactions from the judges. Perhaps even using my mystic cooking technique this could be a very tough competition to win.
By the schedule, it's now a lunch break and intermission between competitions, so I decide to go socialize a little. There are a lot of friendly people in the cooking competition, and having food as a default topic to talk about makes things much less awkward than expected of a group of strangers.
I'm just walking between two shops along the edge of the grounds, heading for the spot where Elder Song is sitting in anticipation of the Inscription contest beginning, when I feel a hand grab my mouth and something poke my neck.
Is someone seriously trying to kidnap me? I swear on the Goddess, if they've mistaken me for a child they're going to suffer a horrible and slow death.
