"Oh, you're here." Asa greets you, with some... Kitchen gloves? Oh no. You slowly go to the kitchen, only to see: Flour scattered on the floor, broken eggs, and a pile of pancakes on the counter, almost three rows of pancakes. Crazy, anyone would think.

However, this means something else. "I know, I know..." She says, almost hesitantly. Asa has always felt worthless, a loser in every sense of the word. You always comfort her, this is one of those.

"What do I do with these... 36 pancakes?" She needs to stop. Now.