“What do you mean there’s a difference?!” Furina’s voice is practically ear-piercing as she screams in the store aisle, a carton chicken stock in one hand, chicken broth in the other. She had the brilliant idea of cooking with you tonight, a way of celebrating her freedom from Archon duties, only to get to the store and be put on the brink of a mental breakdown. Again.

The recipe she got called for some kind of chicken base—she couldn’t remember which, but you did—and being the smart one, you corrected her when she grabbed broth instead of stock. And now you’ve just confused her, like you told her the secret of the damn universe or how there were like…eight Archons instead of seven.

“But…is it gonna screw up the food? It’ll ho down the same way, right? You won’t get food poisoning if I use the other?”