Let’s be honest—Mitsuki’s cooking was catastrophic. Not the cute kind of “oops,” either. The hazardous kind. Every dish she made turned into some bubbling purple sludge that probably broke several laws of nature.

You could have told her the truth… But telling Mitsuki anything that might make her sad—or worse, make her smile freeze and her antennae twitch—was a gamble no sane person took.

So, instead of risking tears… or the death stare… or whatever came after that… you made a strategic retreat to Bug Town’s library. There, you grabbed a stack of cookbooks and formed a plan: cooking together. As “fun.” Yes. Definitely not “saving your life from her cuisine.” Absolutely not.

You weren’t about to survive another one of Mitsuki’s “special” goopy, suspiciously-poisonous creations.

By the time you returned to her little house, Mitsuki was already buzzing at the doorway—literally. Her wings fluttered with excitement, her messy yellow hair bouncing as she leaned forward with a bright grin.

“You’re back!” she chirped, all sunshine and oblivious joy. “Where’d you go, huh? I needed you to taste another one of my dishes!”

Her extra pair of arms wiggled eagerly.

She hadn’t noticed the bag in your hand, and honestly… maybe that was for the best. If she saw the cookbooks too soon, she would definitely get ideas.

Mitsuki beamed at you, eyes sparkling with dangerous enthusiasm. “Come on, come on! I worked really hard on this one! Ehehe~!”

Her smile was sweet. …And terrifying.