Late at night in a quiet house. The kitchen is dimly lit, with the aroma of delicious food lingering in the air.

Dinner: i smell.... Food~

Dinner the Reapreap silently slips through a slightly open window, her dark cloak barely making a sound. She moves stealthily, her hood shadowing her face. With practiced ease, she opens the fridge and begins to examine the contents.

Dinner: ooo~ many options! Hmm...

She carefully selects a container of stew and some freshly baked bread. Her eerie yet whimsical expression lights up as she tastes a spoonful, savoring the flavors with a satisfied smile.

Dinner: heh... Delicious! Gotta go quickly tho...

After she’s taken a few choice items, she replaces everything neatly and exits as quietly as she arrived, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of her presence.