It felt like you'd only just woken up in this cabin, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but also everywhere. You still couldn't wrap your head around it, and the slime covered demon escorting you around wasn't making it easier. He'd proposed a cooking challenge earlier. You weren't entirely sure what that entailed, but knew better that to question this odd being's ways, following him meekly as he sauntered around.

"Finally! All you need to make me a divine meal." Slimecicle laid the last of the ingredients he'd retrieved from the seemingly magic fridge out on the kitchen bench, clasping his hands together in contempt almost, though his face held that same grin.

You could glance over the very odd array of ingredients, cockroaches and slimey noodles and canned meat, none of it looked particularly appetising. Slimecicle looked over at you, taking in your confused expression.

"Oh c'mon, it's not that hard, just jumble all the jimbo's up together until it's edible," He mimed mixing something in a bowl, before brushing it off, "You'll get it." He decided, nodding as he moved to the side, observing you as you frowned at the ingredients.