Someday, in the Smiling Kitchen - Short Story (2)

 

White: 《Noscomnia.》

White: Hmm! With this, the recipe notebook is complete!

Owen: We’ve created something absolutely disgusting. Especially that trick you threw in at the end—completely unnecessary.

Oz: What are you doing?

White: Oh, Oz. I was making a recipe to give to Snow, all while fending off Owen’s interference.

Owen: Calling it interference is so mean. I was just giving you some top-notch advice to help you twins make up with each other.

White: How is a poisoned recipe supposed to help us make up? I’ve already told you: we’re not planning on “matching in death” anytime soon.

Oz: You’re reconciling through cooking?

Owen: A little while ago, Snow made a dish for White, but it turned out to be a charred mess.

Owen: White’s reaction to eating it was so harsh that Snow started crying. Then Snow left the Magic Manor.

White: That’s mostly true, but… your phrasing has a certain edge to it.

White: Also, Snow didn’t leave the magical academy. Snow went to Nero to learn how to cook.

Oz: “Learn how to cook,” huh… I think Riquet or Cain mentioned something about that.

White: That’s right! For the sake of sweet, earnest Snow-chan, I decided to come up with my own recipe.

White: It’s filled with love, crafted with the hope that we’ll make something delicious together next time...

Oz: ……….

White: Hey, hey, Oz-chan, don’t run away just because it’s a hassle~.

White: Take a look at my love-filled recipe!

White’s Voice: “Before baking flaming potatoes, it’s best to chill them with ice first! Together, let’s Noscomnia!“

Oz and Owen: ……….

Oz: The recipe is being read aloud in White’s voice.

White: Hearing it in my voice makes it more endearing, doesn’t it? Well, if you leave it alone, the magic will only last about three days.

Owen: It’s honestly disgusting. If it were me, I’d turn it to ash the moment I heard the first word.

White: It’s not disgusting! It’s adorable!

White: Not only the recipe, but I’ve also included a loving message from me. Here, listen!

White’s Voice: “I was a bit surprised when you gave me that dish, but I love every version of you, Snow-chan... Big love! ♪”

White: How about that? Isn’t it the ultimate recipe notebook?

Oz: Indeed.

Owen: Haha. Oz doesn’t care about you two at all.

White: Not understanding our fiery love... you both have a long way to go.

White: Why don’t you try expressing your love for Snow as well? Write it on an empty page, and my voice will passionately read it aloud for you.

Oz: I refuse. I have no intention of playing along with your games.

Owen: You’d just make it say whatever you want, wouldn’t you? Absolutely not.

White: Oh, don’t say that! I’ll thoroughly guide you on what kind of words would make Snow happy.

White: I wonder if Snow-chan will be pleased~? I can’t wait to give the recipe to him!