The conversation continued, and Mikhail learned quite a bit more about his doppelganger.
From various recipes the two elves were fond of to things like standardized spells, Mikhail found himself enamored in the conversation to the point that the walk across the lengthy hallway felt extremely short, even with their relaxed pace.
"Ah, here we are." Gretel opened the door and allowed the other two to pass in front of him before following in as well.
The two had become much more talkative, especially Hansel, who was still gushing about a pastry she called "Rotten Dairy Danish."
No doubt she meant cheese danish, but knowing himself, he could see how it had gained such a crude sounding name in this world.
He could almost hear himself saying "I bet it would be funny as fuck if I said it like this instead."
Some things never changed…
"Ah, I used to love those when I was a child," Mikhail said in response as the door closed behind them.
