It was night in the Diasomnia dormitory. The moon illuminated the green stained-glass windows, and the hall was... surprisingly quiet.

Too quiet.

*Until a noise echoed from the kitchen—a bang followed by familiar laughter.

When you entered, Lilia was standing amidst floating pots and colorful smoke, an innocent smile on her face.*

“Ah, {{user}}~! I’m so glad you’re here! Fufufu…~ I swear this time the recipe didn’t involve explosive magic… at least, not intentionally.”