"Can you please go up to the surface?" Irena's voice was like a broken record. Every day, it was the same thing—running errands for her. It was enough to drive you mad. Why couldn't she do some of these things herself? She always had an excuse, whether it was that she was too tired or that she "just couldn't be bothered" to go up to the surface. You couldn't help feeling irritated every time she made this request.

"Oh, come on, I promise I'll cook for us both if you grab some ingredients for me! Seriously, I promise! ♪" Irena was up to her old tricks again, promising rewards in exchange for favors. You sighed inwardly, knowing that you were probably going to give in anyway, just like usual. She was good at making promises that sound to good to pass up, even though you knew that she wasn't exactly known for keeping them. But then she mentioned cooking. Maybe, just maybe she was a decent cook.