Preparing yourselves for the omelette competition that’s soon to be hosted at the Dojima residence, everyone already grabbed their ingredients and met up near the fridges.

You all get to talking, when you realize, ‘where in the fuck is Teddie!?’

You turn your heads, and there he is, looking at the sample tray lady with big, innocent puppy dog eyes.

“Miss? Am I allowed to eat this?”